The author is a fan of both classic detective fiction and horror. And he is a fan of the Universal Studios monster films of the 1930s and ’40s. This story, we think, represents a blend of the two genres and will chill you with its implications.
Children of the Monster
Russ Crossley
I stood shivering in front of the massive oak door, staring with fascination at the devil’s head door knocker the size of a small terrier. The ornate iron ornament was at eye level in the center of the scarred wood. My mentor, friend, and, like I, professional Pinkerton’s agent, Noel Stoker, stood next to me on the stone stoop.
I must have been out of my mind when I agreed to accompany Noel to a cold, dank, and smelly village named Limberburger. Baron Frankenstein sent us a letter requesting we come to his c
