Tuesday, July 25, 2006


A couple of weeks ago I went to the local library book sale. I picked up a few books, The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (6 volumes, they take up one full bookshelf and were hella heavy getting home). I also bought a book of Stephen King short stories, Everything's Eventual. I used to be a Stephen King fan and read everything that he wrote, but I stopped after reading about the Buick 8.. that story was way too weird for me and it basically killed what love for the genre that I had. However, finding Everything's Eventual for 50 cents at a book sale was okie dokie... I would read it. Since that time I would pick it up and occasionally read one of the short stories.

There are, however, consequences to this. I woke up this morning, started my usual routine of taking a bath, etc. This time I took the Stephen King book with me and read a story while I was soaking in the bathtub. It was a story about a haunted hotel room.

Those types of stories are not original. Seems I have read hundreds of haunted hotel room stories through the years, with no consequences for me other than a few wasted minutes. This time is different. That story scared the bejesus out of me and I have no idea why. Now my day feels slightly off-kilter, slightly wrong, as if I'm waiting for the worst to happen.

Stephen King is one strange guy.


Odat said...

I used to read Stehpen King too, then had to put him down....and I agree...he's totally out of his mind....(i think you may need a day at the beach or sompin)...lol

Sassan Sanei said...

If you rearrange the letters in "Stephen King is one strange guy" you get "Enraging, upsetting hokeyness."

Also, "Nasty pests keen in huge goring."

Coincidence? I think not.

markoos said...

i know what you mean about his storeys. you can feel them seeping into you and start creeping you out.