Okay, “The Boogeyman” was too scary. I read along, fascinated with King’s storytelling, but I would not recommend it. It’s too real. You have the very firm sensation that you are listening to the confession of a child murderer. The monster pales in light of the father’s hatefulness. I’d skip that one, but too late, already read it.
That’s okay – something that always occurs to me when I read King – I’ve known real life monsters, and I’m still sitting here.
The next story is “Grey Matter.” I like these stories where one character is the narrator. I like the way King sets up these stories – a small town, small town people, little everyday problems – WHAM! Scary monster! He makes it normal, like it could actually happen in your town!
The story starts out in a country style store, a local haunt, “a place for us old duffers on Social Security to get together and talk about who’s died lately and how the world’s going to hell.” I know this one will have some comedy in it, King likes to make fun of his fellow New Englanders.
The story gets weird when a friend’s son comes in, upset, something wrong with his dad he says. The fellows listen to the boy’s crazy story, looking over the money his dad has given him to pick up a case of beer – it’s covered with some kind of stinky, grey slime…
And they’re off with a case of Harrow’s Supreme to see what the hell is going on with their friend. I smell DOOM! But I have to get to work, so I will leave it there and come back with a cup of coffee later!