As I worked on the Slithdale Hollow setting, I was also reading Morrissey's Autobiography. The early bits of the autobio, the parts where Morrissey describes his hopelessly gray childhood in Manchester, made me realize that my Gorey-and-Night Vale pastiche was likely fueled by an untimely exposure to Moz's songs of a delipidated and dangerous childhood. These were the songs lurking in my subconscious, informing every gray brick wall and the terrified children seeking shelter behind them:
The Smiths, "Suffer Little Children"
The Smiths, "The Headmaster Ritual"
The Smiths, "Cemetry Gates"
Morrissey, "November Spawned a Monster"
Morrissey, "Ouija Board, Ouija Board"