Welcome back, creepy peeps. Yes, you’re creepy. We’re all creepy. Know why? Because we all are host to a cloud of bacteria and microbes which surrounds us, precedes us, and announces our very identity to anything withy a sniffer. Think of it as your aura…just much less romantic than the Kirlian variety.
|Kilroy was here.|
I’ve been co-editing an upcoming science fiction anthology with Sue London, Dark Clouds, themed around this microbial miasma we all carry with us, and its tropes have crawled into my nightmares and set up a thriving bazaar.
|Probably this hospital. (Image: denofgeek)|
Last night I dreamt I was trapped in an elevator in a hospital, struggling to hold shut the door or get up to a less populated level where I could kill myself, as this was preferable to allowing the cheerful swarms of infected people bless me with their virus.
All the infected were irrationally happy as their insides turned to guacamole. This was not a dinner party I wished to join, but social pressure proved overwhelming; I woke up still trying to brace the elevator door shut.
People, as any germophobe will tell you, are the cause of all the world’s problems, what with always bleeding out their ears or being used as alien hosts. People have microbes. Microbes are trouble.
An SF anthology capable of giving this editor nightmares about those microbes ought to be worth reading, no? Do check it out so you’ll be prepared for the next outbreak; you’ll need reading material in your sealed bunker. Advance supporters get cool rewards, some of which may even protect you from your cubicle colleague’s insistent sneezes!
There are, of course, a really quite ridiculous number of sick people in hospitals (you’d think they’d do something about that). The sickest hospital of all, however, was Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace.
|Marenghi also wrote as John Saul or Dean Koontz.|
Anyone who came through the 80s mostly unscathed will rejoice at the hairstyles, the awful lighting, the misogynistically wooden acting and panoply of parodies that linger in Darkplace Hospital.
Of course all of us have read at least one Garth Marenghi book, though it may have gone under one of his noms de plume…
If 80s horror hospital tales from several of The IT Crowd’sbest brains don’t frighten you, you need to take a long hard look at your life choices. The classic but fortunately short series has been resurrected online, to inject a little terror into your midday doldrums. Set aside your Jell-O (you never know who’s already touched it) and consider this tale of telekinesis amplified by PMS: HELL HATH FURY!
I guarantee either the anthology or the TV series contained in this blog, like active cultures in a too-small petri dish, will leave you shuddering and pulling your hair.