I wrote this weird little horror story months ago during the height of lockdown. I was feeling nostalgic for my childhood, when R.L. Stine’s awesome, cheesy Goosebumps books were the coolest, scariest things in the world (those books STILL make me grin, even if the thought of a vampiric poodle doesn’t terrify me the way it used to). This story is my attempt at R.L. Stine for grown-ups.
I’m chuffed that Pulp Modern Flash has picked up the story. Pulp Modern Flash is a brand-new offshoot of the long-running Pulp Modern journal, which is a leading voice in all things crime, horror and noir and is home to many wonderful indie writers. I couldn’t think of a better place for Huggy Hamster.
If you feel like being mildly terrified for five minutes, you can check out my story here.