Goodnight Moom

Nope, you read the title right.  MOOM.  Not Moon.

And this ain't no story to read to your kid at night neither.

I've known Bill Crider for years, and there's sometimes he just disturbs me.  I mean, I know he's a college professor, and they're usually considered safe individuals.

But Bill has some...well, wrinkles in his personality that are downright shocking.  He's writing the Rancho Diablo Western series with James Reasoner and me, and he knows from heroes and villains.  However, when he lets his dark side out to play, bring the womenfolk and children inside.  Things are about to get nuts.

The above book is one he wrote back in the eighties when splatterpunk horror was king.  Bill doesn't pull any punches.  If you're sick and twisted, know someone who is, or have ever wondered what it would be like to be sick and twisted, this book's for y'all.

Right now you can get it on the Kindle for $2.99.  And you may not sleep nights for a while.  At least -- not with BOTH eyes closed.

PRODUCT DESCRIPTION:  LITTLE HARRY WASN’T LIKE OTHER CHILDREN

Harry never cared for reading or writing. He never showed any interest in baseball or TV. Harry lived for other things — like the pleasing sound of living creatures screaming in agony. And the soothing feel of warm blood running through his fingers. But when his grisly experiments progressed beyond stray pets and farm animals to classmates, Harry’s dad decided to lock the boy away for good in the family basement. After all, the neighbors might begin to talk…

In the solitude of the dank, musty cellar, Harry waited and grew… and grew… and GREW! And while he waited, he was counseled by his one and only friend — the bright silvery orb in the inight sky that he called “Moom.” Harry spoke to Moom. And Moom spoke to Harry. Moom told Harry what he should do when he finally broke out of his subterranean prison …

Moom told Harry to kill…

and Kill…
and KILL…