Riverside, Ohio isn't your average small town. If I can be candid for a moment, (and I will be, because I like turtles) it's a weird fucking place. I've lived here since 1982 and I'll probably die here some day. In that time, I've seen the funniest shit you can imagine. I've also seen things so terrifying that even imagining them would cause you irreparable mental trauma. It's a mixed bag, but it's home.

Maybe you think you live in a weird small town, and maybe you do, but let me assure you that it has nothing on Riverside. It's not just all the missing posters and weird disappearances either. Nor is it all just the bodies of victims or the survivors of that which dwells here. Let me take it a step further for the guy who isn't sure if he wants to keep reading this or not...

If you've never seen a woman stabbed by a killer mime and an imaginary friend out for blood, in person, on the same day... Well, this may not be the book for you. Hell, maybe it is. I don't know your life...