It was huge. Tall and slender but muscular with it. Its fur was a tan colour, like dark blonde hair, and its eyes a cold shade of icy blue. Its arms were longer than its legs, and ended in furred hands with long slender fingers tipped with terrible claws. Its movement was hunched, similar to a gorilla, though its hands were splayed rather than curled into fists. As it moved with its head lowered its shoulder blades cut high above its back in savage points; mirroring the sharp angles of its hip bones set above a scraggy, limp tail. Most of all however he was transfixed by its head, it was...

The '80s brought us the horror genre's golden period: the best films, directors, cheesiness, soundtracks, and the sexiest scream queens. We especially held the women of those films close to our hearts. Still do. Featuring all-female contributors, stories in The Man Behind the Mask anthology include '80s-style cliches: masked killers, peepers, perverts, toolbox killers, killer clowns, window-watchers, sister-touchers, geeks, cheerleaders, big-breasted women, men with big knives (to compensate for the size of something else), and, most importantly, heroines. This one's for you, ladies. It's a...