30th April 2019
Clink Street Publishing
When the monsters hiding underneath your bed are much less frightening than the bills you have to pay, the family you have to support, the job you have to find, and the unrealized dreams you cry about, then you know there’s a problem.
Especially when you are a full-grown adult in your mid-thirties. It’s 1987. John Crane feels like throwing himself out of the window because of his depression, while his friend Jack Vain has to support his spiralling O.C.D. and panic attacks. Their issues are driving them into a shared psychosis.
Without these issues, John and Jack may never have needed to go searching for the demon in the middle of the night, through the mean streets of New York.
John Crane’s writings will never be read and discussed, and Jack Vain’s drawings and
paintings will never be seen and admired. But the creature is here. It knows them. It wants them. It wants their help. It wants to eat, to touch, to create. It wants to live and be free. It wants to avoid death and become immortal. John and Jack’s creativity looks like the perfect host.
As the beast of insanity takes hold, will John and Jack survive their own imaginations?
I was born on the 2nd of August 1990 in Geneva, Switzerland, and still live there until today. I haven’t even changed neighborhood! I still like it very much and the fact that I live near the red-light district makes it even more interesting. I had many little jobs since the age of fourteen, shoe shops, hairdressers, pharmacy, boutiques. Then from the age of
sixteen until eighteen I became an apprentice as an administrative assistant, working at the company three times a week and going to commercial school twice a week. I then found a job at eighteen as an administrative assistant in a trust company then got promoted as a legal assistant for its corporate department. I went to night school to study law, and gathered some other professional certificates/diplomas during that time. At 23, I quit everything as I realized that the only reason why I did all this was because I needed to be financially stable enough to write and create. Something I unfortunately didn’t have the time to do while working and studying. And also rest and sleep a lot!
Jack staggered slowly through his building’s corridor, his head still spinning from the shock of the car accident. It took him a moment before he could clearly see what was in front of him. When he was finally able to do so, he felt utterly confused to not find himself in a hospital bed, but in his corridor that had suddenly become extremely dirty compared to a few days before or even yesterday for that matter – brown liquid dripped down the walls, slowly and disgustingly. Moreover, the sound of metal being beaten against a hard object could be heard relentlessly, making the echo of this sound unbearable to the ears. Jack decided to go away from the entrance of his apartment and rush towards a hospital directly to explain about his accident, his mental breakdown, and get help to understand why he could not remember anything about how he retrieved himself from the car and walked home. But, the moment Jack took his first step to head down the stairs, a young man, roughly seventeen years of age, dressed in jeans and a white shirt, ran up the stairs and did not hesitate to rush towards Jack, grabbing him by the shirt, screaming and howling.