…tomorrow. The only reason I’m telling you this is because I feel like it would be a little bit strange to dive into the festivities without some kind of prologue. Plus, it’s sort of arrogant to assume that what I do here every October needs no introduction. I'm not exactly Peter Lawford over here.
So to be brief. Tomorrow is October 1st, which is the one part of this I really hope I don’t need to tell anybody, and once October begins, so begins The Kind of Face You Slash (this year, I’m dropping the capitalization on “slash”, as well as the exclamation points; I mean, let’s show a little dignity, right?), wherein I devote myself to writing about horror fiction every day, for 31 days. Then after that, I stop. Pretty simple. Only because I have reading to do, I’m going to leave the introduction at that, but here are links to the previous three years’ worth of this nonsense. That should set you straight enough before tomorrow.
Also, boo! And grrr! That was a ghost sound, and a monster sound, respectively.