Well, it is October…
I picked up The Mammoth Book of Ghost Stories 2, from Magus Books in Seattle when I was attending Graduate School. Magus Books is an archetypal used bookstore that one can sometimes find near Universities: in an old brick building covered with ivy and loaded down to the gills with all manner of volumes. It wasn’t the first book of supernatural tales I had bought. As a teenager, I read much of Stephen King’s output and from there onto Clive Barker. In fact, the story I had submitted to the Creative Writing Department at the University of Washington was a ghost story, although not the wet, dangerous work of King or Barker.
I still have The Mammoth Book of Ghost Stories 2, because in there was my first contact with M.R. James. Continue reading “Ghost Stories”