Anyone meet Stephen King in real life?

[Zero_Vault]

Care to share your story?

What was your experience? How did you feel like? Was your heart racing? Were you all giddy standing next the world's greatest horror master? Were you bowing before him? Did you think of kissing his feet, the way Mary Magdeline kissed Jesus?

 

[Untilteld]

 

[Showtime]

I hit him with my van.

 

[NewYorkSpider]

I hit him with my van.

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

 

[The Evolutionist]

I hit him with my van.

****ing brilliant.

 

[tzarinna]

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

 

[Holly]

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

 

[Showtime]

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

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

 

[Brick]

I've meet Bret Easton Ellis

 

[tzarinna]

I've meet Bret Easton Ellis

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

 

[Superhobo]

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.

 

[Immortalfire]

What was your experience? How did you feel like? Was your heart racing? Were you all giddy standing next the world's greatest horror master? Were you bowing before him? Did you think of kissing his feet, the way Mary Magdeline kissed Jesus?

 

[Brick]

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

In the UK he was very nice

 

[tzarinna]

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.

 

[squeekness]

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.

 

[Whiskey Tango]

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.

 

[Brick]

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.

[SIZE=-1][/SIZE]
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

 

[tzarinna]

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

Spoiler

(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 U 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 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.

Most enjoyable.

[SIZE=-1][/SIZE]
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

Good, you're learning.

 

[GunBlade]

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 U 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.

lol?

 

[Mr. Socko]

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.

 

[Brick]

Good, you're learning.

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

 

[Whiskey Tango]

Most enjoyable.

Thanks tza

lol?

What?

 

[Untilteld]

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 was waiting for someone to say this t:

 

[ang_hulk]

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

 

[tzarinna]

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.

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

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

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: