In the cold light of adulthood, there are many ways this experience can be rationalized, and maybe even explained away as trivial. Regardless of what we actually blundered into exploring that old house, our experiences in the Devil House marked a turning point in my reading and writing interests.
Abruptly, aliens, creatures, and monsters from other planets paled in comparison to the terrors and monsters that could be found right here, in the dark and shadowy corners on our own world…or inside the human heart.
Which, of course, begged the question: This was Cooperstown, New York. Home of the Baseball Hall of Fame and the Corvette Museum. The place couldn't get any more “All-American,” and it was a picturesque hub of tourist activity. Someone in this “picturesque, All-American” town harbored some...unique hobbies, to say the least. This contrast intrigued me far more than aliens, starships, lasers or transporters ever could.
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