There are those who write stories that’ll make your blood run cold.
Who, in a few words, can establish atmosphere so oppressive and claustrophobic that even before the action begins you can feel the walls around you closing in.
The sorts of authors you’d never read before bedtime, lest in the night you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, paralyzed with fear.
But no matter how much their books might frighten you, you have to wake up the next morning. You must go about your business as though nothing was wrong.
Because if you can’t do that, the horrorists win.