I don’t read much horror anymore, since I’ve come to the conclusion that the real world is horrible enough. I used to read quite a bit of King, but, like everyone else, I think his stuff has gone downhill over the last few years. I guess that when you write 70 something books or whatever, you eventually start recycling. Plus, he could never write a good ending. The ending to the Dark Tower series made me want to throw King off a tower.
When I want to reach for a little horror, I usually head for short stories. Here are a few I can recommend:
“Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper” by Robert Bloch
“The Middle Toe of the Right Foot” by Ambrose Bierce
“An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” by Ambrose Bierce
“Pickman’s Model” by H.P. Lovecraft
“A Rose for Emily” by William Faulkner
“Shut a Final Door” by Truman Capote
“A Teacher’s Rewards” by Robert Phillips
“The Road to Mictlantecutli” by Adobe James
“Who Goes There” by John W. Campbell (the story “The Thing” came from)
“The Father-Thing” by Phillip K. Dick
“Hell-Fire” by Isaac Asimov
“Nightmare Gang” by Dean Koontz
“Orange Is for Anguish, Blue for Inasnity” by David Morrell
“The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving
“The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allen Poe
“The Lady, or the Tiger?” by Frank R. Stockton
“The Outcasts of Poker Flats” by Bret Harte
“The Turn of the Screw” by Henry James
“Heart of Darkness” by James Conrad
“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson
“Welcome to the Monkey House” by Kurt Vonnegut