Let’s have a moment of silence for September so that we may usher in the chilly, charmingly eldritch spook month of October.
Now, we all know why we’re here. I’m going to skip right past the part where I pretend Bram Stoker and Hozier are two very different people with very different writing styles, because I’m not interested in lying to you. Both are Irish; both have a certain fondness for the spiritual macabre; both served as the personal assistant to Sir Henry Irving in the late 1800s. (Hozier is, as I’m sure you’re aware, immortal, so it’s possible. Anyway, we can’t prove that he didn’t do it.)