When I was about 11 or 12 (which would’ve been in the early ‘80s) I got my hands on one of the nastiest pieces of horror fiction my eyes have ever been scorched with, The Cellar. It looked like just another “potboiler” horror paperback you could pick up at any drug store or used book store, and Satan knows I had already plowed through plenty of those in my misspent youth.
But oh no, this was different.
This book was brimming with graphic scenes of violent assault, violent rape, kidnapping, bestiality and sicko perversions. The pièce de résistance however, was toward the end, when the housekeeper of the ‘beast house’ was getting gang banged….willingly, by a pack of the snarling beasties. Not only that, she was, uh, shall we say… enjoying herself immensely.
My brief synopsis doesn’t really do this piece of eye-frigging justice, but it scarred me if not for life, at least for puberty (I still watch and read horror, go figure).
Imagine my horror when I’m cruising the Fantastic Fiction website and run up upon this very book. And not only that, it was a whole series of books. Of course I’m going to read every single one I can get my hands on and probably anything else that sick little twist RICHARD LAYMON has written. If you’ve never partaken in the “Beast House” series, be warned it’s not for the faint of heart, fragile of mind or weak of stomach. Urp.