We Don't Talk About Her is a creepy stalker story with a disturbing twist.
Stella is the object of the Clint's affection; he watches her at work, he fantasizes about her, he makes love to his mother thinking about her - wait what! Yep, things go from standard creepy to balls to the wall batshit crazy creepy in the blink of an eye.
Making matters worse is Clint's mother isn't exactly into 'it' with her deranged son...Because she's a rotting corpse; dead to the world for an innumerable amount of time - all we know is she stinks to high Heaven and leaks bodily fluids. Clint doesn't seem to mind, until Stella arrives unexpectedly at his home after finishing her shift at the coffee shop one night.
Now, why would a seemingly 'normal' young woman want to visit her stalker? A stalker who happens to wear toilet paper for pants on occasion - and in public, whilst stalking? Well, I won't spoil that barrel of crazy for prospective readers, needless to say, a simple stalker story this is not.
We Don't Talk About her is a one sitting read not for the squeamish. It's a bizzaro kind of horror which would appeal to readers who enjoy shock value - of which there's plenty. Personally, I liked it, even though I cringed pretty much the whole way through reading.
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