Forget politics for a moment.
Forget terrorism, torture, genocide, mad dictators, the fate of the world, the state of your IRA, that fleeting pain in your left arm, the whereabouts of your daughter every time she leaves the house.
Let’s be afraid… for the fun of it.
In honor of Hallowe’en – and not the Harvest Hop or the Fall Festival or some other eye-gougingly inane euphemism, the real Hallowe’en – a murder of Scrogues share with you the stories, books and poems that first terrified them as children, or the tales that make them shiver in their intellectually elitist boots today. Because let’s face it: the boogeyman doesn’t care about your voting record, your political views or your rhetorical skills.
He wants to know when you’re going to turn out the light.
