At a certain point in the 1980s, I considered Dennis Etchinson the best horror writer in the world. Better than Stephen King. Better than Dean R. Koontz. Better than Peter Straub. I believed Etchinson was the best horror writer in the world based on his brilliant short story collection, The Dark Country, published by Scream Press (which is a name I’ve always been fond of). Classics like “It Only Comes Out at Night,” “The Machine Demands a Sacrifice,” and “Calling All Monsters” make this book one of best horror story collections ever published. It won a World Fantasy Award and the British Fantasy Award. Etchinson went on to publish more short story collections: Red Dreams, The Blood Kiss, and The Death Artist. He wrote some pseudonymous novelizations of the HALLOWEEN movies. But my admiration for Etchinson’s work all started for me with The Dark Country. If you read it, you’ll be astonished.