Mason Graves is a Wisconsin indie writer banging out gay erotic horror in 5,000-word shorts. Raised in the Midwest with the shadows Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer looming over, he survived the endless winters—and a closeted youth—by burying his face in the books of Clive Barker and Steven King. That mix of real-world monsters, fictional terrors, and internal repression helped forge his raw MM tales with fatal twists. When not conjuring unholy climaxes, he feeds feral cats and hunts vintage paperbacks in the bowels of used bookstores.