I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When it comes to horror fiction I'm the type of reader who challenges the writer to show me the gore, without showing me the gore. I don't need blood splattered walls, or the F word used in place of every other word to get the point across.
Yet my most recent release portrays a group of twenty somethings who come face to face with their worst nightmare. Opening with a woman being struck by the vehicle they're in when she stumbles into the road in front of them. Their response is typical, in my mind, of a group of young adults placed
in a similar situation with the word in question being bandied about
quite freely.