He was a writer of the darkest horrors. Creatures seen and unseeable inhabited his pages, kept at bay by nightlights and big dogs allowed to sleep in the bed just this once. Even the “good” characters often unleashed mental plagues unbearable to mere readers.
At events, the cosplaying masses sought him out whenever he went. They were annoying but mostly dressed in sexy spandex outfits. They would compliment him and many would say they wished they could write like him. He always answered, “No. The nightmares alone would crush you.” Then he would smile and they would walk slowly away.