I can still recount that day back in the 8th grade when I fell in love with this odd, dark writer who spun tales that were shockingly real, with many bordering on the fictitious kind that were hard to ever take as unreal stories. The first book I ever read back then was Bag of Bones, and man did that book creep the crap out of me. It had everything from murder and mystery to rape and the paranormal - enough to turn anyone into an insomniac, and was disturbingly the best thriller book I'd read till date.