Poppy Z. Brite, "The Devil of Delery Street"

A young girl is haunted, actually haunted.

(from McSweeney’s Enchanted Chamber of Astonishing Stories)

I was wondering when the ol’ Enchanted Chamber, with its predilection for smartypants horror stories, was going to capitalize on my Catholic fears and superstitions. This story is freaky in plot and alluring in tone. Scary, but humane. It’s also pretty sweet how you’re lured into a kind of calm via the real world, so that when something supernatual actually happens, it’s as fucked up for you as it is for the characters.
This is where I point out that “Poppy Z. Brite” is a preposterous name.

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