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A Bloody Valentine: Julianne Snow

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Ever heard that phrase “save the best for last”? I have, and I plan to. I’ve read a bit of this lady’s stuff, and she’s pretty freakin’ good. Just sayin’.

Final victim of the night: Julianne Snow.

INTERVIEW WITH JULIANNE SNOW

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year”?

Honestly, it’s really just another day to me. Sure, romantic gestures tend to take place and you’re more often than not likely to receive flowers, but does one really need a day especially for romance? Why can’t every day be a romantic one?

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

I’d like to think it was a conscious choice, but it truly wasn’t—when I picked up the pen, horror is what came out of me…

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

From the world around me would be the simplest way to say it. Sure, I may write about supernatural creatures or monsters some of the time, but the crux of what the story itself hinges upon are pulled from real world experiences or occurrences.

What is one horror stereotype you absolutely despise? What is one you love?

I think it’s the stereotype that horror itself is not a viable genre or a worthwhile one to explore. Horror fanatics exist, even those who aren’t willing to admit it to themselves. As for one that I love—how can anyone pick from all their darlings?? I suppose there are a few that are fairly tired, but someone always finds a way to rejuvenate it!

What scares you?

I don’t get scared all that often, but there are a few things that truly frighten me (and yes, I consider them different things… A scare is something that momentarily shocks you, but to be frightened is an altogether different kettle of fish!). I think the state of the world frightens me, especially a lot of the events happening overseas at the moment.

THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

Julianne Snow is featured in Illinois and New Jersey.

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A Bloody Valentine: D.J. Tyrer

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Here’s an evening treat for you all! D.J. Tyrer, also of State of Horror fame, has given us a bit o’ flash fiction to enjoy!

ULULATION

By DJ Tyrer

 “Whenever the cry of the banshee is heard,” Malcolm had said, “one of the clan is doomed to die.”

Duncan had laughed at the superstition. His kin here in the old country were an odd lot. At least, that’s what he’d thought until he heard the shriek of the banshee, a high-pitched ululation.

All of a sudden, Duncan really wished he hadn’t taken the late-night stroll along the cliff-top path.

The ululation came again, closer now. Fearfully, he glanced over his shoulder and thought he saw a white, vaporous figure further along the path. The banshee, the harbinger of death for his clan, was close behind him.

Duncan picked up his pace, then began to run, desperate to escape.

The cry came yet again, and he ran heedlessly through the darkness. Suddenly, there was nothing underfoot. For a moment, Duncan felt himself fly, weightless, through the darkness, then he was falling, plunging down to the jagged rocks and sea below, the ululating scream of the banshee echoing in his ears.


THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

D.J. Tyrer is featured in State of Horror: Illinois.

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A Bloody Valentine: A. Lopez, Jr.

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Another State of Horror Victim! I’m feeling lucky today! Meet A. Lopez, Jr, please.

FIVE QUESTIONS WITH A. LOPEZ, JR.

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year?”

I’m all for celebrating romance, and Valentine’s Day puts the focus and some might say, the pressure on, to show your affection to your loved one. Either way, I feel it is a great way to consolidate and show your appreciation for the one you love. As writers, we tend to get into our own worlds and disappear, with our loved one, no matter how much they may support us, feeling shoved aside at times. My take is that I don’t necessarily need Valentine’s Day to show appreciation and thanks for being there, I do like how the date allows us to refocus and reset our priorities to not only your wife or girlfriend, but to those around us who may put up with our never-ending passion to build our words and stories. On the other hand, if things aren’t going so well in a relationship… it can truly be a horrific day. Plus, what horror fan doesn’t enjoy a holiday laced in red?

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

That happened a long time ago, I mean back in my early youth. It has always been a favorite of mine and everything about it was fun, even when I was scared to death by something I didn’t expect.

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

While I have watched many movies and read many books in the horror genre, and those things have set a well I can pull from when I need, I am inspired to write things that not only scare me, but things that scare others. I like to plant a psychological root and let the reader’s mind work its own tricks and magic on them. So my inspiration and drive comes from creating things that will scare you, and at the very least, make you think about something you may have never considered before.

What horror stereotype do you despise? What is one that you love?

I despise the stereotype of horror being of only blood and violence. To the not-so-well-informed, or the ones whom despise horror, it has nothing to do with bloody violence, killings and physical torture. For me, it’s all about the psychological.

The one I love most is: What’s hiding under the bed or in the closet? Although cliché, that’s my favorite, but for a different reason. The way I see it, is that as a storyteller, half the work is done (the reader is already on edge…wandering) and all we have to do now is create what’s under the bed or in the closet. The point of this is to realize that it’s not actually what’s under the bed, but more so the fear of not knowing what that may be.

What scares you?

The unknown. That can range from what lurks in the dark to the future of our own or loved one’s health. That may sound broad or strange, but when you think about not knowing what the future holds, from a health standpoint or other, especially in these times, that to me is the scariest thing of all.

THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

A. Lopez, Jr. is featured in State of Horror, Illinois.

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A Bloody Valentine: Claire C. Riley

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Next on deck is another of those lovely State of Horror Authors. All the way from across the Pond, we have the lovely Claire C. Riley. She’s pretty, but don’t let that fool you…she’s quite the scary one too!

INTERVIEW WITH CLAIRE C. RILEY

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year”?

I know a lot of people don’t like or agree with Valentines day, seeing it as just another marketing opportunity and such, or that we should show our loved ones how much they mean to us every day, personally I like it. My husband and I don’t buy each other expensive gifts and I always tell him not to buy huge bouquets or whatever. To me it’s about making time, no matter what, to express your love and appreciation for your loved one. We’re busy people, and we have busy lives, but I think Valentines gives us, and others, that push we need to put on the brakes and remind each other why we spend our lives together. ‘Sure, honey, you drive me crazy with your snoring and you always forget t put the bins out, but I love your crazy ass!’

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

Well really, horror chose me. I read in most genres, always have done, yet when I come to write, even when I’m aiming for ‘non-horror’ my brain always twists the story into something more horrific. I’ve decided to just go with it now.

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

I love old school horror. Bram Stoker style vampires and George Romero style zombies, I also love silly horror like ‘The Little Shop of Horrors’ I would say that’s where my style stems from. Rotting zombies and inappropriate humour, mixed with lead characters that you won’t instantly love.

What is one horror stereotype you absolutely despise? What is one you love?

I don’t like any stereotypes. I think a good story and a good writer, writes how they feel without taking it apart. The same goes for reading. If I dislike a book, I won’t take the story apart and list the reasons it didn’t work for me.

BUT, If I had to say something that irritates me, I would say this. Writers that seem to have a little tick box of things that ‘should’ go into a good horror book.

It’s almost like they’ve looked at all the popular books and taken notes. ‘Hmm, this story had a dog, I’ll use a dog to’‘Inappropriate humour? Check’we need a little romance, perhaps with an army dude, yep, that’ll work’

And the thing is, you can see it as clear as day! Just write the story from your head. Don’t worry about lists, and sales, at least not yet. Just write it how it needs to be told. That’s the only thing you should be concerning yourself with. The voice of your characters.

What scares you? 

Hahaha! So much scares me. Heights – but I’d love to do a sky-dive one day, getting lost (seriously), ants, spiders or generally anything with a lot of legs!

 WHO SHE IS

Claire C. RileyClaire C Riley is a Best Selling British Horror Author, whose work includes: Odium The Dead Saga, Limerence (The Obsession Series) and several other full length novels including  Thicker Than Blood co-authored with USA Today Best Selling author Madeline Sheehan. She writes dark twisty words, is a lover of epic romances, and an eater of cake! She writes characters that are realistic and kills them without mercy.  She lives in the UK with her three young daughters, husband, and scruffy dog.

https://www.facebook.com/ClaireCRileyAuthor

http://www.clairecriley.com


THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

Claire is featured in State of Horror: Illinois.

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A Bloody Valentine: Eric Dean

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Oh, what a treat this is! One of the State of Horror authors must really like me, because he answered my questions AND gave me a short story to post, all for nothing! I feel so loved!

INTERVIEW WITH ERIC DEAN

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year”?

To me, Valentine’s day is 2/3 crap. If you’re single, it’s a painful reminder. If you’re in a long term relationship, it’s one more day you’re forced to spend money because society said so. If you’re in a new, exciting relationship, then yeah, it’s one more exciting excuse to get buzzed and make love, as if you NEED an excuse. For those people, in those circumstances, it’s great. For everyone else, it sucks.

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

Fate. I originally wanted to be a fantasy and sci-fi writer, but it turns out I’m much better at horror.

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

Usually, my dreams. I dream often and vividly, and I’ll usually take the most interesting kernels from my dreams (or nightmares) and expand them into stories.

What is one horror stereotype you absolutely despise? What is one you love? 

I absolutely hate the dark and mysterious tough guy who is always prepared and never afraid (a la Batman). I absolutely LOVE the opposite – the average Joe or Jane who may not be adequately equipped for the situation at hand, but through blind courage and dumb luck manages to pull through (Billy from Gremlins).

What scares you?

Three things: The idea that I’m less than think I am, and others are too polite to tell me, the idea that I might be crazy, and the thought of dying alone. Real talk.


THE BLACK MEAT

by Eric Dean
Posted with Permission of the Author

The first time I tried the black meat was also the last, though not for lack of interest. As a journalist, I’d written many articles about the product – the one you’re reading being, obviously, the most recent. It was cloudy and raining the day I received my hostess’ unexpected invitation, by private courier. It was unusually warm for early January, and I’d left the house in only a wool shirt. A driver picked me up at my home at 3:00 pm. He stoically checked my driver’s license and matched it to a picture he’d been given, and then silently opened the rearmost door of the black limousine and motioned me inside. The letter the hostess had sent was hand written on a fine natural paper. It requested that I leave all electronic devices, including my phone, and that I bring only a pen and paper for taking notes. It asked that I give the letter itself to the driver, who arrived precisely when the letter said he would, and that I politely not photograph or transcribe the exact text therein. I complied with all requests. We drove in silence save for classical music at a very low volume – I think it might have been Debussy. I was given a blindfold and a flute of champagne, both of which I used as implied.

***

The black meat had been described by a certain surly, sarcastic TV chef as “like chewing through decomposing wood… wood that tasted like an odorous French cheese with a vinegar edge… notes of molasses and bourbon. Not pleasant necessarily, but not entirely bad. Dare I say… fascinating?”

The production of the meat was steeped in as much mystery as its ingredients. Saffron robed monks with ash caked skin hid away in log-built smoke-houses and hummed surreal melodies over their fires. They’d emerge, faces striped with gray ash cut by rivers of sweat, humble and bowing, and trade out with their replacements in a nearly silent and well-rehearsed ceremony before retiring to nearby tent or yurt barracks. They’d have crates and packages shipped in whose contents were protected by special laws – the same special laws that protected the production and consumption of the black meat. “Government sanctioned cannibalism,” had been thrown around in the early days, to no avail. No one really knows where it started, or with who – someone in the 1% had discovered it during travel abroad; no doubt, exposing it to the elite of the elite. The quiet, old money was first, and the young new money followed in never ending emulation of extravagance.

It became fashionable contraband, like cocaine and Cuban cigars. Rock stars made references to the infinite complexities of the flavor in the lyrics of “fictional” ballads and tabloids were plastered with stories in which certain leading men of Hollywood were rumored to have tasted the black meat. Moral debates raged across the aisle as new bills were proposed to ban consumption, and calls were made for the UN to publically denounce it. Amid the fervor, a bill was quietly presented with bipartisan support – aged senators with red and blue ties and American flag lapel pens spoke of “religious ceremonial freedom” and “traditional memorial practices”. The bill mentioned nothing of the black meat, nor its consumption, but ensured that one’s remains could be dealt with as one saw fit, in keeping with one’s religious traditions and practices, despite any pre-existing laws, so long as the wishes of the deceased were clearly laid out in the proper legal documents and no unwilling parties were involved or directly affected. The bill passed with a comfortable margin, and a subsequent Supreme Court case found that consumption of the black meat could be protected under the new law, given that close controls be put in place to ensure valid legal documentation of a party’s wishes to be processed prior to their passing, validation by a licensed coroner that the party’s passing was natural or accidental, as any hint of foul play or unusual circumstances would be in violation of the “non-incitamentum” (no incentive) clause. A further appeal from the moral minority ended in a compromise – an amendment to the law which required that any portion of the black meat sold be procured from a single party, and that the party’s (previous) identity be clearly labeled on any packaging.

It wasn’t long before various churches of the black meat sprang up on the internet. Sign up from the comfort of your own home, attend an occasional web-service on YouTube, and print out your own certificate of membership. The churches’ dogmas were tongue-in-cheek lists of variations on a theme – a theme of mostly libertarian, sometimes borderline hedonist, personal freedom and privacy. “Thou shalt drink whatever thou wishes to drink, in whatever amount thou wishes to drink it, so long as thou does not drive inebriated or in any way harm another person outside of thyself.” Membership in many of these churches also required proof that the applicant had also drafted what became known as the “black meat clause” into their legal will. Many lawyers provided this service at a discount until the option showed up on the automated will-builder of a popular legal document website.

Unsurprisingly, this clause evolved into a very specific form in which a party could not only dictate their wishes to be processed into the black meat, but also dictate a specific party or parties that could then receive the product – assuming either party could afford the exorbitant cost of processing. Crazed fans left themselves to rock stars. Lovers left themselves to one another in a final and ultimate act of intimacy. Controversy arose when a frightening number of terminally ill patients began leaving themselves to wealthy patrons “as a thank you” for said patrons charitably relieving their families of their medical expenses. These charitable acts soon included college scholarships and luxury items as the poor had begun bidding for the opportunity to ceremonially thank the rich, and the rich, as it were, had begun to literally eat the poor.

The ash-masked, saffron clad monks (if they were even really monks at all), faced competition from a commercially mass-produced product out of China. It was generally agreed upon by the culinary elite that this was a vastly inferior product, often leaving less wealthy consumers with strange parasites, and in a few documented cases, a fatal variant of Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease.

Many dubious internet articles claimed to know the secret traditional recipe of the black meat, and though each varied slightly, most seemed to rely on the same general protocols. The body was skinned, and the skin cleaned and put aside to dry. The meat was separated and packed in rare spices and various dried berries while the rest of the body was cremated and pulverized. This pulverized ash was mixed with salt and packed into earthen jars. The meat was buried in this salt and ash mixture, and the jars were capped and set aside to allow the meat to cure. After some time, the meat (including the ash, spices, and berries) was removed and coarsely stone-ground into a dry, charcoal-gray hamburger. Other spices and oils were added, and the meat was packed tightly into the now plasticine skin, tied with natural fiber twine, and left to smoke above the other crematory fires.

***

We arrived about an hour later. I stepped out onto wet, well-manicured grass, though as dead as my own humble lawn. We walked through what appeared to be an outdoor shooting range. I kicked aside the occasional broken bits of orange clay and a single yellow shotgun shell. The driver checked over his shoulder to make sure I was still following. An icy breeze swept across the large yard from somewhere over the surrounding pine forest and made me regret not wearing a jacket. He led me toward a high wooden fence, or wall, more accurately – built not with planks but 8-foot wooden posts driven into the ground side by side, like the defensive walls of an early colonial settlement. Smoke billowed from the other side of the wall. A large wooden gate was opened, and my hostess, whose exact description she requested be kept undisclosed, was, suffice it to say, a beautiful and well-known old-money socialite. We exchanged formal greetings and she motioned me inside. She was dressed pragmatically, with rain boots and a large golf umbrella – a duplicate of which she offered to me. With our matching umbrellas, we crossed the large inner courtyard, leaving the driver at the gate, standing in his suit and tie, stone-faced against the rain and cold.

My hostess reiterated the conditions she’d laid out in her letter, all of which I, again, agreed to, assuring her that I had complied, to the letter, with each. She led me toward a log-built smoke-house. She explained that she’d tired of navigating the legal channels that bottle-necked the product in the face of high demand, and that her own standards of freshness and quality were far above what had become the standard. She admitted that this, her private operation, was both very illegal and very expensive, but that she complied with all moral and ethical criteria laid out by law. “I have an application process,” she explained, “and interested parties must meet certain physical and genetic guidelines. I also demand a level of freshness that simply isn’t possible under the federal protocols. For this,” she smiled, “they are compensated far beyond the norm.”

From the smoke-house emerged an ashen-faced monk clad in saffron robes grayed with ash – exactly as I’d imagined. He bowed, and we returned his bow. He presented to my hostess a parcel wrapped in oily brown paper and tied with string. My hostess guided me to a nearby table set up under a crudely built gazebo. The driver had prepared two more flutes of champagne, and offered me a cigar. “For after,” he said quietly. I politely declined. The hostess placed the parcel between us and unwrapped what appeared to be a human hand, twisted into a Buddhist mudra. The hand seemed to be translucent and over-stuffed, like a partially inflated latex glove. Before I’d come to terms with the situation, my hostess had casually cut into the meaty, outside edge of the hand, opposite the thumb, and carved out a small wedge of densely packed, black meat, flecked with exotically colored spices and small, dried berries. I took the oily wedge in my hand and turned it, noticing tiny hair-like spices protruding from the coarse mixture. I smelled it – indeed, an odorous French cheese. Then, after a quick sip of particularly good champagne, I took a bite, chewing slowly and allowing the oils and flavors to flood my mouth and my mind.

An odorous French cheese with a vinegar edge. Perhaps notes of molasses and bourbon. Spices I could not identify. Beyond this, an infinite and overwhelming complexity of incomparable flavors I can only describe as…sentimental. Bittersweet. The familiar voice of a long lost lover somewhere in a crowd. A quiet, comfortable shame. An ecstasy of solitude on the tongue, and after, the familiar sorrow of loneliness at the back of the mouth. I felt the lump in my throat even before I’d swallowed. A knot that rose… and I began to softly weep. When the bit was gone, and I again opened my eyes, the grays and browns around me had become somehow more vibrant. The gemlike eyes of my hostess, also wet with tears, were now the eyes of a friend… the eyes of someone who knew, and who knew that I now knew, that we were on the same page.

I don’t remember the drive home, nor the rest of the evening I spent in darkness, sucking on my tongue and swallowing my own saliva. It’s been two days now, and I remember only the impossible flavors of the black meat, and the feelings I can’t adequately describe. I no longer know what’s right or what’s wrong… I don’t even know if it matters. I only know that I’ve seen beyond the veil. I know the orgasmic bliss of surrender to the black meat, and I know I’ll continue to seek the experience. Until then, I know I will taste it on my tongue until the day I die, and I know, now, what I would like done with my body.

THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

Eric Dean is featured in State of Horror: Illinois.

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A Bloody Valentine: Spencer Carvalho

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Having fun yet? I know I am. My next victim is another State of Horror alum, Spencer Carvalho. He has also willingly suffered through my ridiculous questioning, so let’s see what he had to say.

FIVE QUESTIONS WITH SPENCER CARVALHO

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year?”

Valentine’s day is overrated.

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

I actually write in various genres. The genres or types of my published stories include gothic fiction, experimental, comedy, parody, family friendly comedy, sci-fi comedy, high school comedy, flash fiction, war story, horror, sci-fi horror, horror comedy, action horror, fairy tale, neo western, and supernatural western. I’m all over the place.

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

I sometimes draw inspiration for my stories from my dreams. Fourth Point, my story in the State of Horror: North Carolina anthology, started as a dream. Sometimes I’ll just get an interesting idea and let that form into a complete story.

What horror stereotype do you despise? What is one that you love?

The most annoying horror stereotype is that the characters in the horror story are all so stupid. I love the stereotype of interesting villain designs. Even if it’s a non supernatural person they always have an interesting costume. I guess serial killers have a flair for the dramatic.

What scares you?

Creepy people.

THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

Spencer Carvalho is featured in North Carolina.

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A Bloody Valentine: Margaret L. Colton

Published February 14, 2015 by administrator

Now we’ve hit a stride! Next up is the lovely Margaret L. Colton, who you might find lurking around Charon Coin Press’ State of Horror anthology series. (We’re not going to talk about how much I like her and how much fun we have gossiping about Jerry Benns either…’cause that might give away our game!) Margie is just awesome, y’all. Seriously.

For now, though…let’s get to the interview, shall we?

FIVE QUESTIONS WITH MARGARET L. COLTON

It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s your take on the “Most Romantic Day of the Year?”

I like to think of Valentine’s Day as a day to celebrate the people I love. A call or text to my friends telling them they are important is the usual. I make sure I tell my lovely daughters how much I love them and how important they are to me, then back that up with chocolate (of course), and a stuffed animal. My new granddaughter is too little for cards and chocolate so just spending time with her and baby kisses is a must! The forced-mushy romantic stuff does not appeal to me, instead my writer’s brain kicks in and I see a horror story behind every symbol of Valentine’s Day. The lovely smiles of a couple across the over-crowded dinner table mask the murder plotted out weeks before—the couple who slays together, stays together. The Rom-com movie has hidden messages that will turn movie-goers into mindless brain-munching monsters. These ideas go through my head…wait, I think I need to write something.

What made you decide horror would be your genre of choice?

I love the freedom of the horror genre. The only limit is the imagination. Monsters come in all forms, and can easily look like a normal everyday person. The things that terrify people the most can be normal everyday occurrences. I love the psychological aspect of horror, how an idea can form in a character’s mind and make them question their sanity as well as their safety. I think that a really good horror story sticks with you, makes you cautious, run up the stairs quickly, or flip on the lights. I like being able to create stories with that kind of emotional impact.

From where do you pull your horror inspiration?

I pull inspiration from so many places. As a writer, I just look at a place or a situation and start “seeing” a story there—that darkness lurking below the surface. My greatest horror influence has to be Edgar Allen Poe. I want to have that same kind of psychological scare that is just so horrifying you can’t believe what you just read and then realize your heart is beating a little faster. As a history buff I love to incorporate real stories in with the fiction. So much of the real stories of history are more frightening than anything I could dream up on my own. I also love the legends and lore based on historical events. They are fun to really get into and can add another whole facet to a story.

What horror stereotype do you despise? What is one that you love?

I am not wild about the stereotype that horror is just mindless monsters attacking and blood everywhere. I think there is a whole spectrum of horror with rich plots and characters of depth. I think there is a market for slashing, violent, quick scare kind of horror stories and there’s nothing wrong with that at all. However there are so many wonderful stories that are like a slow burn scare sneaking up on you and you stay scared weeks later. A stereotype I love. I’m not sure if this is exactly a stereotype, but I love humor in horror. I love quick one-liners, or situations that are just ridiculously funny—think Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s a great feeling to be scared one minute and belly-laughing the next in the same story. One of my goals is to add more humor to my horror.

What scares you?

I have the standard unthinkable horrible things that keep me up worrying about my family, much too terrifying to even think about. However my actual phobia is snakes. Like I can’t even look at the word. I’m absolutely out-of-my-mind scared of them. And no there is no snake anywhere that is more afraid of me than I am of it.

THE STATE OF HORROR SERIES

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
From Charon Coin Press

Margaret L. Colton is featured in New Jersey, North Carolina, and the upcoming Louisiana anthology.

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Ha Ha! Made You Look!

Published February 11, 2015 by administrator

’cause, you know, I’m just sneaky like that.

Here’s a new book. Everyone should go out and buy it RIGHT NOW. I’ve read a couple of the stories in it so far, and as with its sister books set in Illinois and New Jersey, it’ll definitely give you the creeps.

State of Horror North Carolina

State of Horror: North Carolina

Edited by Jerry E. Benns
Artwork by Natasha Alterici

Charon Coin Press

WHAT IS YOUR STATE OF HORROR?

The State of Horror series makes another stop on the tour of the United States. This time we visit the Tar Heel state—North Carolina. Come with us as we find out if the Grey Man truly brings warnings of impending forces of nature. Meet Alice, a visitor to the state who has a knack for picking the numbers in a game of Chicken Bingo. How far will a man go to find his beloved cat? What is the link between a dog and a transient? Ghosts visit the living, ancient entities come to collect their due, a unique neighborhood where things are not as they seem, and the realization that some monsters are of the human kind, are all stops along the tour.

Stories by: Nathanael Gass, Frank Larnerd, Randal Keith Jackson, Kathryn M. Hearst, Spencer Carvalho, Kenneth W. Cain, Frank J. Edler, Stuart Conover/Kerry Lipp, Susan Hicks Wong, Matt Andrew, L.J. Heydorn, Margaret L. Colton, and Armand Rosamilia

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Pleasant Nightmares, creeps… and don’t say I didn’t warn you.