I don’t really read horror fiction. There are probably several reasons for this but I am going to blame Dostoyevsky, or more correctly an uncle of mine who felt it would be good for me to read “Crime and Punishment” at far too tender an age. At 11 years old, I could appreciate none of the heavier subtext of the book nor really understand the world in which it took place. What I could take in and be horrified by was the description of the peasant man whipping his horse to death. I found this monumentally unsettling.