On a stifling tour of Florence, newlywed Caroline breaks free from her controlling husband to explore the Italian countryside. From phantom staircases to sinister taxidermists, here are some favourites – but I readily admit to some painful omissions (no Poe, no Kafka, no Blackwood, I could go on) so I eagerly await your comments. As the sun sinks, the nights close in and spooky season creeps ever closer, what better time to experience a pleasure shiver or 10? What I was after was that brief, pleasing trickle of fear only a short story can deliver: what I like to call the pleasure shiver. While all of the stories interlink to form a weird horror ecosystem, I was never chasing a sustained chill. Set on a cursed suburban street, the horrors lurking behind each door unlock tales of were-foxes, predatory swimming pools, vengeful urns and a darts player’s pact with the devil. Along with the Pan horror anthologies I inhaled as a kid, it was those memories I tried to recapture when I wrote my own collection, Silverweed Road.
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