Everybody has a microwave. It’s an important part of any kitchen, especially if you’re lazy and/or addicted to ramen noodles. But what did it feel like to be the first housewife to use a microwave? Did she understand how it worked? Did she worry about radiation?
I decided to write a horror story about an unhappy housewife
(a desperate one, if you will) who doesn’t trust her new microwave. And when
she starts hearing tapping noises from the other side of the glass, she starts
to wonder if maybe this kitchen appliance is actually a doorway to somewhere
else. Somewhere dark.
If that sounds interesting to you, check out my brand new
story “Microwave Technology.” It’s part of a horror anthology with a bunch of creepy creatures and horrible happenings. Why don’t you curl up
with a nice bag of microwave popcorn and prepare to be scared.
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