The first time I watched Re-Animator, I laid in bed staring at a laptop screen perched up on an office chair near my night stand. It was late at night, after an unpleasant day. I was ready for bed but not ready to sleep, alone and indulging the familiar setting of a late night curiosity. […]
An anomaly made with 153 ounces of watered-down ketchup. Advocate for weird fiction. Journalism student.