Did any of you knuckleheads read Wait Till Helen Comes when you were little? Remember how fucking terrifying that book was for kids? Ghosts? Drowning? Spooky churches? Anyway, I bring it up because this print is almost exactly how I pictured horrifying, murdery ghost Helen in that book, and it pretty much ruined me for life. So, see, you can’t blame my evil on my upbringing. You can only blame it on my advanced reading skills and desire for knowledge.
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Oh yeah! That woman wrote some creepy ass books. Thinking about ‘em still gives me the heebie-jeebies. I swear one of ‘em had a ghost dog. Which was creepy what with our pet cemetery near our house.
You know what else is creepy? Reading Pet Sematary when you’re twelve. Because I did that.
Also creepy? Joey Ramone…who sang Pet Cemetery.