Some people shouldn't be allowed to write. I read Ligotti, Barron and now this J.R. guy and I'm crawling the walls at 3am trying to let a little light in so I can get to sleep. At least someone else understands why I talk to myself in the bathroom. Would you pay $300 to save someone you didn't know? And what about a zombie with poor eyesight? You think you have problems...A little advice, hide the razor blades and sleeping tabs this is one creepy bleak batch of stories.