In this lucid Introduction to his new collection for Sizzler Editions, Ghost Girl & Other Tales of Erotic Horror, R. Greco describes how he first became interested in the genre in the children's section of his local public library as a teen.
Horror fiction and horror films are inextricably linked for me because of my first true exposure to both from a book I used to pour over in the children's section at the public library in my early teens. The thin hardcover study called Terrors of the Screen by Frank Manchel, featured copious screen shots, from the wacky angled-scenery of silent greats like The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari all the way up through the Universal Horror monster scenes of the 30's, some 50's sci-fi, to Rosemary's Baby and even a shot of a buff Heston from Planet of The Apes. I had not seen most of these films when I poured over this book (I even read the text at times), but at this very same library during one of the autumns of my early teen years, a wonderful weekday afternoon of dipping early darkness and burning leaves smells (I can as much still smell the library as I can the October pre-night) the library showed the 1922 classic Nosferatu in its back room. Having never seen a silent film before, let alone this terrifying classic I remember my buddy Arty and I being so unnerved after watching it we literally ran the seven blocks home from the library that night, and for a perennially chubby Italian boy to run anywhere was a big deal.
Thus began my fascination with the genre and how I come to it personally ... with a little twist of sex added in of course; those busty Hammer ladies made an impression when I caught Veronica Carlson and her sisters on my local 4:30 movie; I was as affected by the deformities in Freaks as I was the idea of cuckoldry and the consequences when a big blonde woman tries it and by sixteen I was hitting Rocky Horror every weekend in that late 70's suburban rite of passage. This mix of sinister night realms and undulating sexy night creatures followed me well into Twilight Zone reruns, those freaking scratching-ly sinister Zanti misfits crawling up Bruce Dern, left me pondering what really was King Kong going to do with Fay Wrey and had me wishing that I had been caught-up in that Iron Maiden with Barbara Steele at the end of The Pit And The Pendulum.
Really, with all that grunting, lunging, fainting dead away, how could one not think of sex and horror together?
What follows is my witches' brew mixture of horror erotica. Some of the horror is centered round the sex of the story (or the desire for it), in some the sex comes because of the horror and in still others there is a slightly silly bite to things as I always err on injecting some humor when I can. Before each tale I spin a little snippet of my inspiration for the story but nothing too intrusive as to ruin what follows. I just hope I unnerve, arouse but as always, entertain.
Here's to you Mr. Manchel, wherever you are.
GHOST GIRL CONTENTS;
(The stories in this collection appeared in anthologies and magazines like Frontiers Of Terror, Necrology, Vile Things, Ophelias Muse, Peep Show, Cthulhu Sex, and Open.)
THE COFFIN DOOR
THE MAN WHO VISITED OR POOR BROTHER ED
CULLING FROM THE RIGHT HAND OF THE LORD OR KALE'S DILEMMA
LEARNING WITH THE GHOST GIRL
SQUELCHING DRAGON'S STEAM
COURTING THE BIG 'P' WITH BETTY