If some EC horror comic has a twist, it invariably kinks towards crude Old Testament morality, whereby the sinful will receive appropriate comeuppance. It doesn’t matter how noble or cunning or pleasant a Carroll character is: One of the scariest things about her work is its unsparing fatalism. “I guess it’s a manifestation of my own general guilt unraveling,” she tells me after a pause. “A lot of the characters in my stories already intrinsically feel like they are worthy of punishment: Well, of course it’s going to end up like this. That’s what I get. How dare I reach above my station. How dare I hope I will not be this sad creature.”
I profiled Emily Carroll for Hazlitt.