ORDINARY HORROR is not a horror story, at least in the classical or
modern sense. It will not make your heart race nor keep you awake
at night. No, ORDINARY HORROR is more concerned with the little,
minute, everyday things that, if you take them and twist them just
a bit, will drive you gradually but irrevocably mad.

Frank Delabano is a 70-year-old widower who is in the midst of a
very quiet existence. He is a bit of a loner --- he has not met his
next door neighbors of two years --- and his life seems to revolve
around tending his rosebushes. When he finds what he discerns to be
a gopher infestation in his garden he happens to run across an
advertisement for an organic remedy, harmless to pets and to
people, which will keep such pests away. The remedy is as
advertised --- to a point, anyway. While it takes care of the
problem, it also seems to alter Delabano's entire world. His home,
his nondescript tract house neighborhood, his all-but-invisible
neighbors all begin to take on aspects of terror. Everything from a
garbage truck to the clothes dryer to the telephone gradually,
incrementally, becomes an instrument of foreboding. A sense of
entropy permeates everything, and entropy as always, ultimately
wins.

Is this the story of a man who simply decompensates under the
weight of all of the time he has on his hands? Or is it a
not-so-gentle reminder of something that most of the rest of the
world already, unfortunately knows: that no matter how safe and
secure we think we are, we remain only a twist and turn away from
conflagration? ORDINARY HORROR is a tale of modern isolation that
will be especially disturbing to older readers, particularly those
who find that the world around them seems to be moving ahead while
leaving them behind.