The Nature of Horror

As my father overturned the seaweed-encrusted rock, a flurry of claws and chitin erupted as the crustaceous horrors lurking beneath scuttled maddeningly in all directions—their legs clacked and clambered against wet sand in a desperate struggle to hide from the sun. The event certainly changed the atmosphere of family beach day. I’d never been fondContinue reading “The Nature of Horror”

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