Anyone meet Stephen King in real life?

I hit him with my van.

 

He's a Red Sox fan. Did you know that?

 

****ing brilliant.

 

I have an uncle that lives up the street from him that's as 6 degress as I can get, I think.

 

he's really scary looking. like he's ******ed or melting

 

Of course. Doesn't mean he can jog in the street when I'm driving.

 

I've meet Bret Easton Ellis

 

Where and when, how was he? I loved American Psycho, really hard to put down.

 

He's a really nice guy actually. I met him down when I went with my brother to one of his signings for "The Cell." You don't really think he'd be the guy to come up with stuff like "The Shining," and its disconcerting.

 

In the UK he was very nice

 

Okay, so you're one of those. I'm not going to pull any teeth on this one. But I need details, what book did he sign, were there a lot of people there, was it at a book store, if so which one.......?
For future reference.

 

I drove by his house once. All I can remember is that it was a huge victorian and had a wrought iron fence all around it with spiders and stuff made into the fencing. It was cool.

 

I stood in line, patiently. The book in my hands felt warm as my sweat mingled with the ink on the cover. I felt

(terror)

relief as the stoner kid with the hairlip departed, smugly satisfied with his newly acquired autograph. It would all be over soon, one way or another. My legs wobbled slightly as I shuffled forward, drawing me closer

(to HIM)

and closer. I could smell the girl in front of me, a mixture of cheap perfume and new leather boots. The ribbon in her hair reminded me of my childhood, the summer of 1968, where four children had fought something from beyond their nightmares

(murderers)

and would carry the memory of that day for the rest of their lives. I glanced over to my left and saw an old woman browsing the cookbook section. I remembered the cackle of the Beast even as

(He's looking at me)

the line moved forward. The girl with the blue ribbon was talking to Him, engaging in random chit chat as he signed her book.

Oh God, I was next.

I thought back to what Callahan had told me, about the vampires, the Low Men. I thought about the horrors I had faced. The Thing from '68, the encounter that had unlocked my mind to the mysteries behind the curtains of the world. I thought of the life I might have had if I'd remained blind to the Things that walked among us, relishing their freedom in the ignorance of humanity. I thought about my grandfather, and the rainy Saturday afternoon where he'd given me his old WW2 sidearm.

"They're all around us, Charlie" he had said, as he handed me the .45, his hands shaking from the combination of age and worry. "If you can see them, you can kill 'em"

Blue Ribbon Gal laughed and thanked him. She shook his hand and walked away with a tiny giggle, tucking her book under her arm. His eyes settled on me

(I see you Charlie. I know why you're here.)

as I stepped towards him. His eyes were bright red, tiny pinpoints in the dull lighting of the bookstore. His long, yellowish fangs, dripped with ichor as he smiled at me. I glanced around the bookstore once more. They can't see him. Not as he truly is.

The .45 felt very heavy in my pocket. My tongue was dry, and my hair stood on end as he spoke to me. "Did you enjoy the book?" he asked, with a voice that reminded me of the dry laughter I'd heard a lifetime ago. The same laughter I'd heard echoing through the tunnels as Jessica died.

(Did you enjoy it when I skinned your girlfriend alive?)

He was still laughing as I emptied the .45 into his skull.

 

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What book did he sign. Less Than Zero & Lunar Park

Were there a lot of people there. Hundreds. I was 4th in the line and the line was still there four hours later

Was it at a book store. Yep

 

Most enjoyable.

Good, you're learning.

 

lol?

 

Stephen King stopped by our gas station one time..but everyone was too scared to talk to him. I'd imagine he'd be very spooky. Jake, our gas station attendant, made eye contact with him. That night he lost 100 pounds.

 

I had no idea that i could talk to him so i had to think on the spot what to say to him, i asked the geekist question about Glamorama

 

Thanks tza

What?

 

I was waiting for someone to say this t:

 

knew one of his private chefs.youll never guess what his inspiration food was.

 

Did he need it? I could've been a blessing. King is a saint!

Oh, I think we've all been there. I've met Clive Barker several times and each time I was like and he doesn't remember me, thank god. I never try to spark his memory that's just reaching. You just over analyze everything that was said. t: