It's that time of year again: time for me to read a scary book for Halloween. It all started on Columbus Day 2005. I had the dark, rainy day off, but The Missus didn't. By coincidence, I had finished a book just the night before. The mood was perfect for a classic tale of horror, so I pulled Bram Stoker's Dracula off the shelf. For the next few weeks, I buried myself in Stoker's masterpiece. When I turned the last page, I had been more scared and more satisfied than since I saw The Exorcist. I read Stephen King's It in 2006 and Insomnia in 2007. In 2008, I read The Shining. Now, my friends, I burst forth with a new scary book for 2009:
That's right. I'm entering The Dead Zone.