You would think a horror writer would know better.

When I was twenty-one, I picked up a copy of the Necronomicon. It was supposed to be for research. A prop. A joke. But that night, sitting in my room while my kid brother came home buzzed from partying, it became something else entirely.

First it was just a prank. I showed him the creepy diagrams, pointed out the perfect square on the floor, convinced him he was sitting in the middle of a demonic summoning circle. He bought every word.

But the weird part? So did I.

We could not shake the feeling that the book was wrong somehow. Heavy. Dark. Evil. My brother was convinced it was possessed, and by 2 a.m., I was ready to believe him.

So there we were, two grown men standing in the middle of the street under a cold, misty rain, dousing a paperback in lighter fluid and setting it ablaze. Waiting for the screams. Waiting for the face in the flames.

And when it burned to ash without a sound, I almost relaxed.

Almost.

Because that is when I saw it behind him.

"Book Burning" is a darkly funny, unsettling, and true account of a prank that went too far, and the possibility that some books really do come with something attached. Perfect for fans of true ghost stories, urban legends, and late-night horror that leaves you wondering if you really saw what you think you did.