This is no fantasy. This is no fallacious delusion of a sick, twisted mind. This is the honest-to-God truth. I love horror novels. Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe are my idols. Perhaps having these two, demented madmen as my personal mentors sounds sick, but I tend to think as they do. Most of my writings are short stories of horror (usually about the length of Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" and "The Masque of the Red Death"). My friends often ask me four questions: "Why do you not publish some of your work?" and "Where do you get your id ....