Life is just one grand, exciting carnival. I am, however, stuck in the spook house. Yeah, that just about sums me up. You see, I am haunted--haunted by mental ghosts and goblins. It has been this way ever since I was a little kid lying in bed in the darkness and seeing scary things up on the ceiling--scary things like old hags peering down at me and white hands reaching down through vines for me. But, when I realized I was destined to write, I utilized all of this and put it down in a book titled Strange People, Scary People. It contains its share of witches and demons and the like--but you will also discover other strange, scary entities within it. Entities like an unwholesome old man who likes to raise mutant armadillos, a beautiful young professor with a very stange garden, two less than honest undertakers, and several people with mental hangups. And there is more still. You can meet all of these characters for practically chickenfeed, too. Just order the book, please. Thank you.