He’ll Come Knocking at Your Door

De: Robert R. McCammon

Narrado por: Bronson Pinchot

"He'll Come Knocking at Your Door", a story by Robert McCammon, was originally published in 1985 in the anthology Halloween Horrors.

©1986 Robert McCammon (P)2015 Audible, Inc.

Another great one from McCammon

Robert McCammon is a horror story genius. That coupled with the brilliant narration work of Bronson Pinchot makes this purchase worth every single cent!

Great story. Wish it didn’t end.

Great story. Wish it didn’t end. Great characters and pacing. Feel like it can be a full length novel.

Bronson Pinchot’s oily, silky, enveloping voice makes this doozy a BANG! of a story

I’m new to Scribd, but I am flummoxed beyond all belief.

Let’s be real. How many stories even waaaaay before The Monkey’s Paw have been written down on paper? And there you are, in school, eleventh grade English, reading away, admiring the brutality and sheer insanity of some of them? A few come to mind: The Color from Outer Space by Lovecraft, The Lottery, by the great Shirley Jackson, and toss anything by Poe and you’re done and covered and can expect to pass English with a glowing A+.

I had never heard of Robert McCammon. There are so many horror writers out there, and many dabble in multiple genres - think Joyce Carol Oates and a few others who, for a while, take a ride down a dark alley and venture into Rod Serling territory complete with batshit endings that can raise the skin off of anyone. This story, which is currently in development for a film (and I hope they pay McCammon a pretty penny for rights), is a DOOZY. It’s a howler from the get-go, and painted in the well known tones of somnolence that precedes a slow awakening into lunacy. What makes this story explode is the narration — and in this version, Bronson Pinchot’s voice. Pinchot is a perfect vessel for McCammon’s velvety touch that occasionally ventures into Southern Gothic and Americana. [There are parts where you can almost hear Jimmy Stewart telegraph his “Awww shucks,” reaction and go, yeah, this is right, keep moving, let’s go to the meat of the action.

And what meat. What action. What a finale.

I won;’t say more because it is safe to say that while this story was written almost 50 years ago give or take when you read this, McCammon is not Stephen King or Dean Koontz or even a bargain basement Clive Barker. Yes, he wrote horror in the 1980s when it was a boom… but now he writes historical detective fiction. And that’s great. Just keep in mind this is one of those stories you may have vaguely heard about, and the fact that it not only follows a completely predictable plot by its title alone…. Those last five minutes are butter.

My advice? Ditch the paper. Get the audiobook. You will savor every word as if it were caviar.