Horror, Save Us All!
By Casey Douglass
In every room of every
house, there will be a spot where a connection is made with
something, or somewhere, else. Luckily for us humans, often that
connection is to the very next atom, and all is as it should be. Very
occasionally, like, one chance in trillions to the power of lots of
zeroes, the connection is to something very remote and very
dangerous.
If you have ever taken
a pot-bound plant out of its pot and had to pry the roots away from
the bulk of soil, you will have an idea of the usual state of our
reality. We are pot-bound. Pot-bound is safe. If even one of those
roots, by way of a crack or split, finds its way outside of its usual
confines, it carries a very high chance of being bitten off by some
roaming bug or creature. Such is the chance our reality takes when it
pushes into the realms around it. Or they encroach into our own.
Many horror authors
know that reality is a feeble thing, that its skin brushes up against
horrors and beings that we cannot even comprehend. These things leach
through the divide and upset the balance. Our dullard minds don’t
perceive this changing of things directly, but on a reptilian level,
our bodies notice, and our minds scream. This makes us stupid. Angry.
Destructive. It only takes one look at current events to see this
playing out on the world stage. We can channel this fear.
The only deterrent is
horror, pure, bloody, twisted horror. To fill our minds with the
creations of our own dark sides, to drizzle our mental mashed potato
with the gooey red blood of our worst nightmares. Other realities and
monsters unseen just aren’t prepared for the depravity contained in
the three pounds of flesh quietly flashing with neural lightening
between our ears. Let them come if they dare to, but we won’t be
the ones squealing into the abyss with our tails tucked between our
legs.
So go out and support
the horror writers around you, buy their writing, spread their dark
visions, and help inoculate and boost the defences inherent in the
human arsenal. This universe might not be solely ours, but hot damn
if we can’t have it, neither can they!
THE END
I started to write this with just the idea of the "dark things connecting" theme, but it soon turned into a kind of horror writer propaganda piece designed to sell horror fiction as savior of the world. Who'da thunk it. Thanks for reading.
