Dave's Anatomy: My History As a Writer, #13: Wherein I Write a Real, Genuine Horror Stor

In an earlier post, I said that I did not write what is called "dark horror" and that the stories I do that fall in that genre are mostly "soft horror"—with a happy ending and one where the evil forces are defeated and the good guys win, though it might be a hard-fought and costly battle. I did do one story that is more traditional, where the evil creature dominates and the protagonist is captured by a sinister tormentor in the end of the tale.

I like to write about people who teach literature. Of course, it's what I've done for a living many years, and Hemingway said write about what you know. A literature teacher, Scott Sheridan, meets an attractive woman, Lucinda Arnold, at a book sale. Scott likes his work, but he is vexed by the politics, the bullying, and the egotistic blathering of those who have rank on him in the Literature Department—in other words, I paint an accurate picture of what it's like to work in the academic world!

He and Lucinda talk about books, read together, and, 

soon, are sleeping together. It's a nice relationship. Scott is up for tenure has is nervous because a capricious colleague named Pauline who outranks him is insinuating she might block his tenure—meaning he will have less money and less security. Her reasons are simply that she has power over him and enjoys exercising it and watching him squirm (as often happens in the academic world). Lucinda visits him is introduced.

They talk about Chaucer. Pauline mentions the "Reeve's Tale" one of the Canterbury Tales and notes that the main character in it has a "boil" on his leg. Lucinda corrects her: it's "The Cook's Tale," not "The Reeve's Tale," and it's not a boil. Pauline insists she is right. Lucinda recites a line: “Greet harm was it, as it thoughte me, / That on his shyne a mormal hadde he.” She says a "mormal" was an abscess, a sore that would not heal. Pauline insists Lucinda is wrong and mocks her, saying since she works in a bookstore at least she's around books a lot. Scott is amazed at how accurately she pronounces the Middle English words. Later on, a colleague says he has seen Lucinda somewhere but can't quite recall where.

Charles Dickens

Soon Pauline gets a lesion on her face. It won't heal, spreads, and she dies of infection. Another hostile colleague begins to gain weight so much that before the tenure hearing he is confined to a wheelchair. His obesity necessitates knee surgery. With two hostile colleagues gone, Scott sails through his tenure hearing. Lucinda also begins giving him to books. He reads, they talk about the books, which gets her sexually excited, and they make love. When he fails to finish a book on time, she gets cross and says she will see him when he gets it read.

Soon, too, his friend Mike says he has figured out where he saw Lucinda before and shows Scott a photograph of several Victorian writer's, including Charles Dickens. Behind him, smiling, hands on his shoulders, is a woman who looks like Lucinda's twin. He thinks it must be an ancestor; she is wearing a large onyx ring Lucinda wears, but he knows it could be a family heirloom passed down to her.

After he tells Lucinda, they talk books and go to bed, as usual. He has noticed that their lovemaking often follows the contours to what they have read. Tonight they read Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian, a violent and rather grim text. Their embrace is violence and dark. When he turns to face her after post-coital dozing, she tells him she is indeed the women in the photo, has lived a long life, and stays alive by means of books she had lovers read to her. He dismisses it as psychosis, but she proves her statement to him in a most unpleasant fashion:

The dim light around her quivered and she in a dark flash she changed. Her skin became green, her eyes feline and red, mouth fanged, fingers claws, hair writhing like snakes.  He tried to get up, but her arms held him down with superhuman strength. Fire flashed from her eyes and her tongue, cloven like a snake’s, shot out at him and left a track of foul-tasting slime from his chin to his nose. He tried to scream but fear had paralyzed him so he could not make a sound. 

Then she was herself again.

 Since he doesn't seem quite convinced, she then transforms into a blob-like, slimy creature was oily pink skin, a shapeless mouth, and tentacles. Scott is convinced. She is succubus who thrives not off of sex but off of reading. He has become her captive. He dares not disobey her. She tells him she has had lots of men in her care:  Geoffrey Chaucer, Charles Dickens, and others. And, she reminds him, she eliminated the two colleagues who threatened his tenure. He needs to be thankful. She tells him, "I am your friend and lover, Scott.  Don’t be afraid of me.  You don’t need to be—as long as you keep reading.”

She leaves. Stunned, shaken, Scott begins the book she has left him to read:  Bag of Bones by Stephen King. It is 800 pages long. But he has no choice. He begins reading as dawn breaks over the horizon.

I don't like writing dark horror. I don't like to see the monsters win. But, it is a good exercise. You have to know how write in all sorts of genres. And the market for this sort of horror is good. Negative capability enables one to see many facets of a matter without necessarily being committed to one. So it is with me and dark horror.

For titles, check out my Writer's Page.

Daemons, possession, the occult? Look at The Prophetess. Horror from the New Testament! Really!