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Halloween Haunts 2015

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HWA Signs With Top Literary Agency

HWA Signs With Top Literary Agency

In November, “Monique Snyman”

In November, “Monique Snyman”

Halloween Haunts: The King of Halloween

Halloween Haunts: The King of Halloween


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HWA Signs With Top Literary Agency

HWA Signs With Top Literary Agency

The Horror Writers Association (HWA), the premier organization of writers and publishers of horror and dark fantasy, today announced it has signed with Writers House, one of the world’s largest literary agencies.

Based in New York City, Writers House has a history of representing a diverse list of authors, including winners of the National Book Award, Hugo Award, World Fantasy Award, and Pulitzer Prize. Their author lists boast industry giants such as Neil Gaiman, Jonathan Franzen, Ken Follett, and Octavia E. Butler.

Alec Shane, who began his career with Writers House in 2008, will be HWA’s representative at the agency.…

In November, “Monique Snyman”

In November, “Monique Snyman”

Monique SnymanMonique Snyman lives in Pretoria, South Africa, with an adorable Chihuahua that keeps her company and a bloodthirsty lawyer who keeps her sane. She is a full-time author, part-time editor and in-between reviewer of all things entertaining. Her short fiction has been published in a number of small press anthologies, the Charming Incantations Series published by Rainstorm Press, and she’s working hard on a couple of other novels in her spare time.

HWA: Where do you see the state of poetry in the horror genre today? Where do you see it going in the future?

MS: Poetry, in the whole, …

Halloween Haunts: The King of Halloween

Halloween Haunts: The King of Halloween

By Mark Onspaugh

The Wolfman roared, his eyes glowing bright red, his massive yellowed fangs slick with saliva and blood.

My little brother Matty, who had been checking out a costume, jumped, the plastic Iron Man mask clattering to the floor of Target’s Halloween department.

The werewolf ripped his head off, revealing the laughing face of David Destler.

“Some Avenger you’d make! Bet you wet your Pampers!”

“Come on, David, give him a break,” I said. I was holding a zombie makeup pack and trying to figure how much that and the Iron Man costume would be with tax.

“Aw, …

Halloween Haunts: Souled by Tonya Hurley

Hurley_amityWe almost drove past it until I noticed the line snaking around the side of the nondescript-looking Dutch Colonial house on the canal. It hardly looked like the scene of any crime let alone that crime — The Amityville Horror.

“112 Ocean Avenue.  That’s it!” I shouted with half excitement and equal parts guilt.

The latest family to own the house was moving out and this was hyped as a yard sale guaranteed to top them all.  Shoppers and rubberneckers from miles around gathered to land a piece of horror history, joking with each other, retelling tall tales, mixing myths …

Halloween Haunts: How I Decided To Never See “The Exorcist” Again by Glenn Benest

It was Halloween of 1973 (I know, a long time ago).  It was Halloween, my favorite holiday in Covina, California, a small working class town in the San Gabriel Valley.  We used to have a blast on this favorite night of the year, getting lots of caBenest_coverart1ndy, of course, committing small acts of vandalism (like knocking down mail boxes) and basically causing whatever mischief we could.

On this particular Halloween though my buddies and I decided to watch The Exorcist. What could be better on this particular night? Halloween during my teens was nothing like it is today, …

Halloween Haunts: Which Witching of Which Witches? by Nancy Kilpatrick

WheKilpatrick_1374590n I was seven years old, I saw a witch. I mean a real witch, not one of the politically-correct Wiccans we have now, or the evil glam witches Hollywood offers up, or the (mainly poor, old, single-by-choice, physically impaired, deranged or feisty) women of history who were burned at the stake because they were outside the collective in some way. No, this was a real witch, not pretty, not pleasant, not a herbalist in a conical hat, and she appeared on Halloween!

Halloween was always a fun time for me as a kid. I remember dressing as a …

Halloween Haunts: Living in Halloween Central by J.G. Faherty

HH2104_FeaturedImageI can honestly say I live in Halloween Central. No, I’m not referring to how extensively I decorate the house for my favorite holiday (although my wife would beg to differ); I’m referring to my geographic location. Specifically, the Lower Hudson Valley region of New York State.

It is, without a doubt, the perfect place for a horror writer to live.

The area comprises several counties – Rockland, Westchester, Orange, Dutchess, and Putnam—and all of them have a history rich in haunts, spooky tales, and strange phenomenon. North of Manhattan, south of Albany, it’s an area whose history of ghostly, …

Halloween Haunts: Crossing Over: Halloween and Ghosts by Lisa Morton

Morton_lisabyellensmall-213x300Ghosts have become one of Halloween’s most beloved icons, and each October we see them manifest in everything from terrifying haunted attractions to whimsical decorations. Haunted locations boast increased traffic, and ghost-themed movies scare up box office dollars. But were these elusive spirits of the dead always a part of Halloween?

The answer is a resounding “yes”.

Scholars are divided on whether Halloween derives more from the ancient Irish Celtic celebration of Samhain or the Catholic observance of All Saints Day (on November 1st)/All Souls’ Day (November 2nd)…but both of these festivals involve ghosts. Samhain was the Celts’ New Year, …

Halloween Haunts: Halloween Night in the Suburbs, 1985 by Daniel Braum

Braum_bioHalloween. 1985. I was 14. My-14-year-old self convinces my parents to let him sleep out at the Nassau Coliseum to wait on line for Billy Joel tickets. This was a big coup. A ride and permission to be part of the world of adults and older kids and the “no authority” mob rule that governed such events that only existed back then. The only rub was that I had to take my little brother along. Maybe it wasn’t such a coup at all but my parents seizing an opportunity for a night to themselves and scoring tickets thanks to the …

Halloween Haunts: What’s Halloween Good For, Anyway? by Matthew Warner

Warner_bioHorror industry laymen offer me a standard observation when Halloween rolls around.  “This is like your high holy day, isn’t it?”

Why, yes, Mr. Joking To Cover Up Your Discomfort, when I’m not carving upside-down pentagrams into my 4- and 6-year-old boys’ heads, you’re exactly right.  In a way, Halloween is our “high holy day.”   It’s an important springboard for our family traditions.

But it ain’t holy for us.  We’re not religious, so we’re gonna burn, you know.  Wikipedia says the holiday has something to do with Christianity and Samhain, but all we care about is the candy, man.  (And …

Halloween Haunts: Graveyard Horrors by Loren Rhoads

Rhoads_photo copyFrom vampires, plague victims, ghosts, golems, and the gate to Hell, some of the best stories are buried in cemeteries.  These are some of my favorites.  All of these burial grounds are open to visitors.

Chinko-ji Temple, Kyoto, Japan


This small Buddhist temple stands just south of Kyoto’s Gion neighborhood. The plaque at its gate says, “Kyōto’s Bon Festival, the Buddhist observance honoring the spirits of ancestors, begins with the tolling of this temple’s bell. The area is called ‘Rokudo-no-tsujii,’ or ‘the place where this world and the other world meet.’”

Chinko-ji Temple, founded in 836, was home …

Halloween Haunts: Ghosts Of Hallowe’ens Past by Darren Madigan

Madigan_hnkindlecover2Hallowe’en never really meant that much to me when I was a kid… well, not when I was a teenager, anyway.

I was born in late 1961.  My childhood, as it turned out, was one of above average mobility — not as rootless as that of a military brat, certainly, but due to the vagaries of my single parent mom’s social life, as well as our extreme poverty, we tended to move around a lot.  We didn’t cover a lot of geographical distance… I don’t think I ever left Western New York State until I was an adult (other than …

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