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lunaswift
Over 90 days ago

About

Valentine King lives in constant fear of the hand beneath the bed, the eyes in the darkness at the back of the wardrobe and the slamming door upstairs when nobody else is home. He shares these tales of terror with you in the hope it will help you keep your own demons at bay even as his begin to rattle the windows, once more searching for a way in. Residing in a genuine haunted house, he spends his days clattering away on his typewriter and his nights praying that he'll survive until sunrise.
One part Valentine Dyall, one part Stephen King, the author is grateful for your support and hopes you aren't afraid of the dark places he takes you. He highly recommends you do not read his stories before bedtime, not if you want a good night sleep afterwards anyway. His ideas come from whispered meetings at midnight, the insane ramblings of those around him and every word he writes is the truth, the horrifying, bloodcurdling truth. If you dare, you can visit valentineking.com to find out more...

Interests
Listening to old school radio shows such as The Man in Black, The Shadow, Fear on Four, Dick Barton - Special Agent, The Goon Show and so on

Favorite Books
The Saga of Darren Shan, It, Night Shift, Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Cell, Demonstealer

Favorite Authors
Stephen King, Dickens, Darren Shan

Favorite Movies
Horror of course, It, The Shining (miniseries)

Favorite TV Shows
The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, The X-Files

Favorite Music
The ominous chords of Beethoven, soundtracks from films such as The Thin Red Line and Shawshank Redemption
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