Horowitz was born in Stanmore, Middlesex, into a Jewish family, and in his early years lived an upper middle class lifestyle. [2] [3] [4] An overweight and unhappy child, Horowitz enjoyed reading books from his father's library. As a child, Horowitz used to go to Instow, where his nanny took him boating on the River Torridge. He also had a stuffed monkey named Benjamin (which was later eaten by his dog). [5] I looked at him, trying to make out his features in the half-light. He had a long face with a square chin and small, narrow eyes. His skin was pale, as if he hadn’t been outdoors in a while. His hair was somewhere between brown and gray, hanging down in clumps. His fingers were unusually long. One hand was resting on his thigh and his fingers reached all the way to his knee. Two brothers coming home from a party accidentally hop on a bus for the dead. It seemed like I’ve heard of this idea before, and I felt the reveal at the end was pretty unnecessary. 3/5 Another kid wanders the countryside when he and his mother stay in a farmhouse. This had a great snap ending, though it felt incomplete as for a storyline. 2/5 Okay. Let me start by saying that I know I am not the target audience for these stories. That much is obvious. However, I can often find many things of worth from stories aimed at younger readers than myself and must admit that I hoped it would be the case here. I was hoping for clever rather than graphic, a characteristic that often plagues adult horror unnecessarily. What did I get? Aside from a few clever twist endings predictable tales with plenty of outdated sexism and a dash of racism to boot.

Horowitz started writing at the age of 8 or 9 and he instantly knew he would be a professional writer. This was because he was an underachiever in school and was not physically fit, and found his escape in books and telling stories. In a 2006 interview Horowitz stated "I was quite certain, from my earliest memory, that I would be a professional writer and nothing but." [6] His association with murder mysteries began with the adaptation of several Hercule Poirot stories for ITV's popular Agatha Christie's Poirot series during the 1990s. Often his work has a comic edge, such as with the comic murder anthology Murder Most Horrid (BBC Two, 1991) and the comedy-drama The Last Englishman (1995), starring Jim Broadbent.

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Killer Camera- 3.5 stars- This likely would have been a 4 star read, had I not found the ending extremely unrewarding. A young boy buys his father a camera for a birthday gift. For soe reason the boy has uneasy feelings about it up loading the film...Soon things begin to happen...

Harriet's Horrible Dream – A rich girl's family no longer has enough money to support her and she has been sold to a restaurant owned by a family friend which serves human meat. Then she wakes up, realising that it was all a nightmare – until she looks at her surroundings. This story is not awful, but neither is it as good as the first two. It has a weak ending, and as in previous tales, some of the devices for moving the plot along are clunky. More Horowitz Horror was published as a sequel collection in 2000. The book is marketed as containing eight stories. However, the tales obviously written by Horowitz himself are supplemented by an allegedly unauthorised add-on, written satirically by a serial killer. There's not much more to it than that, but the ending involved an enjoyable twist. Yes, he's in a game, as you expected, but perhaps not in the way you expected.Well that settles it, there are 3 mediocre stories, 3 good stories and 3 excellent stories to look forward to. An excellent collection to add to your bookshelf - it gets a combined score of 36/45 which is a rating of about 4/5. My other general problems with the series were that it wasn't frightening, and was often predictable. Horowitz began writing for television in the 1980s, contributing to the children's anthology series Dramarama, and also writing five episodes of the third season for the popular fantasy series Robin of Sherwood. He also novelised three of Carpenter's episodes as a children's book under the title Robin of Sherwood: The Hooded Man (1986). It’s hell,” the man muttered. Hell. It was a strange choice of word. He shifted in his seat. “What do you do?” he asked. The term "horror" in the title might throw some people off. If you're expecting blood and gore and scary monsters, demons, serial killers, these aren't the stories for you and you will be disappointed.