Two friends, an author and a preacher, minding their own business, lounging on top of an old tomb in the Arkham cemetery, chatting about literary criticism and superstitions (as one does), are shockingly attacked after the sun goes down. Last line = stupid, but I really enjoyed this one anyway.

(Moved 2016 review to the individual work Sept. 2017 to make room to review the collection under its own entry.) ( )