J. V. Molenaar crafts horror that reads like literary fiction and hits like it burned the rulebook that taught people complicity is easier than caring. He doesn't create monsters. He writes about the people who made them, and never lost a night's sleep over it.

A mind buries what it can't carry. A society buries people the same way, sends flowers instead of help, and calls the mass grave progress. Neither one gets to apologize its way out.

He studied psychology, then turned to fiction to say what the textbooks couldn't. He's now finishing a master's in Humanities with a focus in Creative Writing.

He'd tell you it gets better. He'd be lying. And he'd want you to be mad about it.