17 Oct 31 HORROR STORIES — “The Pear-Shaped Man” (1987)
Everyone knows a Pear-Shaped Man. I read George R.R. Martin’s story in OMNI, during my senior year in high school. A friend’s parents were going through a nasty divorce, and the mom had moved to a new apartment building nearby. So I’d go and visit him there. And in the apartment complex was a Pear-Shaped Man. I’d spot him, little glimpses of his bulk, darting out of the slats of sun that shone in the mailbox alcove, scuttling back into the afternoon gloom of his apartment. Luckily, I’d read Martin’s story, so I didn’t get close. Because everyone knows a Pear-Shaped Man. Even though there’s only one.