Slob
Raised in a household so filthy it was stomach-spilling, Vera involuntarily evolved into a neat freak. Upon discovering she and her disabled husband Daniel are expecting, she needs fast cash. Her obsession with cleanliness sprouts the concept that her skills can be put to use in a unique way. She takes a stab at the booming door-to-door vacuum sales business of 1988.
All is going well until she arrives at the steps of a house that will change her forever. The steps of an evil that resurrects the ghastly memories she so desperately tried to wash away. Nothing will prepare you for the nastiness, disorder, and sickening horror brought forth by... The Slob.
Extreme horror authors - Listen Up! The bar has been set. For any of you who feels the violence and depravity is the most important part of the story, you need to read this book to learn about character development - because when the reader cares for the protagonist, they can FEEL the bad things happening.
-Mort Stone, My Indie MuseThe Slob has received critical praise and as a result, has been nominated for the 2021 Splatterpunk Awards!
WARNING: This book contains graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.
Pages: 146
ISBN: 9798566153230
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Cheyenne Joy .
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The Slob by Aron Beauregard
Warning: sexual abuse, murder, slaughter, captivity, and all the things that make your stomach file a formal complaint. Not for your worst enemy, your best friend, or anyone with a functioning digestive system. Aron Beauregard doesn’t just write horror — he invites you to a dinner party, locks the doors, and feeds you your own nightmares with a side of irony.
It starts almost innocently. A woman with a childhood that screams hoarder’s horror show grows up scrubbing her trauma into submission. She develops an obsessive cleaning habit, which seems normal-ish until she decides to go door-to-door selling a vacuum. One house later: congratulations, you’ve officially entered hell. I swear the guy she meets could moonlight as the physical embodiment of every horror trope ever. Bodies pile up, sanity frays, and I had to look away… several times. But of course, my morbid curiosity kept dragging me back, whispering: “She can’t survive this… right? RIGHT?”
Beauregard doesn’t just twist your stomach. He hooks your soul with barbed wire, spins it like a carnival ride, and then asks politely if you’re enjoying yourself yet. If you faint at sexual horror, squeamish gore, or human depravity, you’ll die inside. If you don’t, congratulations, you’re officially unhinged, just like the audience this book clearly intends to entertain.
And the ending?
Oh sweet mercy… I won’t spoil it, but I sat there staring at the last page like someone had shoved a live rat down my emotional plumbing. Are the characters monsters? Maybe. Am I damaged? Definitely. Is the author insane? Absolutely.
Three stars. Not because it’s bad. Not because it’s tame. But because The Slob is so grotesque, so stomach-churningly vicious, that no star system can hold the horror it delivers. It’s like being hugged by a chainsaw — painful, unforgettable, and utterly twisted… and somehow, I can’t stop thinking about it.