Night Night, Sandman by The Professor
The Professor brings you face to face with the sprinkler of dreams.
Don’t think Neil Gaiman.
Think The Chordettes.
And one of America’s most notorious serial killers.
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This one is absolutely brilliant. Told from the perspective of The Sandman, we learn so much about what his role entails, as well as take a closer look into one of the most memorable people the immortal diety has ever encountered. From the very first clue I had a hunch who the great evil that haunts The Sandman might be, further increasing my interest in this unique story. This was unlike anything I have read before. Only a mind as sick, twisted, and brilliant as The Professor’s could possibly craft something this wonderful. After taking time to read the story, please take a moment to put yourself into The Sandman’s shoes. Think about what it would be like to possibly set in motion one of the most vile humans to exist in the last century, then have to watch on as he commits each atrocity. Knowing nothing you could ever do could fix what has happened or make up for it. Knowing you yourself played a role in the destruction of life and the creation of a whole new stigma against something that was once seen as comedic and child friendly. This by itself is a prime example of how The Professor carves out his own place in horror and proves to the world that his mind is a force that should be equally admired and feared.
In this story we enter the world of The Sandman, it's not as pleasant as you might imagine! One particular dreamer takes things too far and leaves The Sandman himself on his knees, begging for it to stop, but it will never stop…… A truly dark, disturbing, haunting, terrifying, deep and enthralling tale, one which I read with mouth agape! Nightmarishly beautiful, eerie and stunningly written. I think this is The Professors best work yet and it will haunt my dreams for a long time to come!
Depravity at it’s finest.
Oh, Montague White. You have my literary heart for life. And when he sneaks an early drop into my inbox, well, I know I’m in for a treat. And NIGHT NIGHT, SANDMAN was no exception. The Sandman is retelling one of his more hideous interactions with a child who grew up to be anything but an upstanding citizen. Twists and turns lend this story to be a haunting remembrance for many of us. NN,S is bone chillingly uncomfortable. How White guides us on this unrelenting nightmare confessional and we keep reading is a signature of his writing. Combining real life horror with what use to be the comfort of sleep, it’s a recipe for pure depravity. My favorite line in this one is: “… robbed of their sight, robbed of their soul… their essential mischief draining away with their blood.” Sometimes, language makes you swoon even when you should be cowering. When the story clicks, it CLICKS! And the Sandman, you almost feel sorry for, even though he begins as a pompous fart hole.