“Damn it!”
Joel gave the padlock a good hard yank, but it wasn’t moving. The landlord hadn’t bothered with any of those skimpy little Walmart locks, either. This one had come straight from a locksmith, complete with a thick steel hasp and staple, and six big screws, drilled deep into the door and the doorjamb like metal termites burrowing in for a feast.
The eviction notice taped to the door said it all. The fact that he hadn’t paid rent in three months only added the frustration of having his stuff held until he paid up. And at nine-hundred and sixty bucks, it was going to be awhile until that happened.
Joel kicked the door a few times, the last time hard as he could, but it didn’t budge. “****!”
Mr. Pearson, his neighbor in 303, opened his door a crack and peeked out. Joel turned and glared at him. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing.” The old man closed his door and went back to his soaps.
Joel turned and slumped back against the door, letting his feet slide out until he was sitting on the floor. He was definitely screwed now.
I have never been frightened by anything King ever wrote. Lovecraft yes. But I can only read so much tons of description and narrative without dialogue before I get a headache. Clive Barker never scared me, he had the opposite effect of creating a empathy for the monsters.
The two most frightening scenes for me were not horror. One was Tony Hillerman where a man was hiding in a hospital listening to a killer kill everyone in the room. The other was a non fiction book on infectious disease. It was an eye witness account of a disease spread by the assasin bug. Were the intestines literally become flaccid dead tubes.
For me horror isn't the gross splatter but the deep connection to the victim and living their fears. If you can't connect me to the victim then at best I have a curiousity.
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For me horror isn't the gross splatter but the deep connection to the victim and living their fears.
That's my idea in a nutshell.
Mostly.
Jeez, some people...
But that can be a deceptive thing to say. After all, the true monster is rarely the guy wearing the goofy mask. It's often the blond with the ripped shirt
I'll give this a try. The opening didn't build much interest, but it wasn't a bit turn-off either. I will say that a guy that can't get past this lock already has me chuckling at him...but that's as good a place as any to begin.
Under the bridge again? Midnight?
Thanks......
Me.
>“Damn it!”
This line doesn't add anything, for me
>The fact that he hadn’t paid rent in three months only added the frustration of having his stuff held until he paid up.
I don't understand this line. If his not paying the rent frustrated him, he could have paid it.
Beyond that, I like the fragment. You might be able to leave out some of the lines and give it more punch. The kick of the door and the "What?" show me his anger effectively. I also get that he's amoral at best, and lives in a very low-rent area.