Fade in. A wide, exterior shot establishes the setting as a dilapidated, disused torture chamber of a bookstore. The camera pans up a precipitous and almost-certainly-haunted cliff to enter the swinging, batwing-style, saloon doors of the shop just as a deafening peal of ominous night-thunder claps. Following the camera's journey, we observe a nightmarish assortment … Continue reading Nightmare Factory Book Club Descends Into ANNO DRACULA →