3) Sevenacide, by Robert Shuster
The author sent me this self-published collection a few years ago; I thought I had read it then, but didn’t remember any of the stories except the second one. A set of stories trying to link horror tropes with rugby, not always with great success. I hadn’t realised that rugby was played in the USA at all. The only one I really liked has an obnoxious American tourist in Ireland getting his come-uppance at the hands of the Wee Folk. Failure to use commas correctly always irritates me.