Seeing me struggle to write, he gave me this pen. "It's Mr. King's," he said, "my talented kin."

It fit my hand well, but I noticed something strange. Yes, my words flowed smoothly, but became creepy, quite deranged. 

My mind twisted and turned, into darkness the ink bled. And so, I published, not romance, but ghastly horror instead. 

I'd made readers happy and tingly before. Now, I waited and watched their reactions to gore. 

Oh dear, oh my, some wet themselves in fright. Others shuddered at my words and held themselves tight. 

But I, yes I, wickedly smiled with delight!