I love nightmares. In a real nightmare, the kind you can’t escape, and which inevitably ends in horror or death, you find out about yourself. The more immersive the better, because at no point can you comfort yourself by saying ‘nevermind, it’s only a dream.’ For all you know, monsters are real and so is the danger. You are forced to confront horrors you’d rather not consider in your daily life, and in doing so you grow stronger – all from the safety of your sweat drenched bed. Then you wake, terrified at first, then suddenly, immensely relieved. Life takes on new colour and brightness. You didn’t drown, after all! Your family was not brutally murdered! (If they were, I’m sorry for your loss).
See, it is those who avoid fear and suffering whose lives are ruled by it. Those who look horror in the face and seek fear at every opportunity are freed.
This website is many things, because I have a capricious mind that won’t sit still, but it’s central mission concerns horror fiction – the nightmare made flesh. My posts may be random and irregular, but I promise I will always be here in my happy, dark corner of the internet, writing and working and nightmaring, so that I can share with you all the gift of fear.
So read, and let my nightmares become yours.
– Ben Pienaar