Wake up, Polly Parrot.   Horror In God's Country by Brian Plante
I was browsing in a used book store this past weekend. A woman
came in with a grocery bag full of paperbacks to turn in. She
told the clerk that she couldn't read them anymore because she
had just become a Christian. They were horror books.  Religion
is a big thing here in the Charlotte area. It seems like there's
a church on every block. Even the strip malls have storefront
churches, and one congregation meets in a local movie theater.
People say grace in MacDonalds. The main highway from the
airport into the city is the Billy Graham Parkway. Nuff said.  I
didn't ask that woman in the book store why she thought being a
Christian meant she couldn't read horror books anymore. Twelve
years of Catholic school has left me a bit cynical about
organized religion and I'm not about to get into an argument
with a born-again convert here in the Bible Belt. But it made me
think.  Do we, as writers of horror fiction, contribute to the
moral decay of our so