If you haven’t read, Bad Man, by Dathan Auerbach then you’re missing out. I was first introduced to Auerbach with his debut novel, Penpal which is an excellent read as well. With his latest novel we’re thrown into a world of tension and weirdness when Ben loses his little brother, Eric (who is three years old at the time) at a supermarket. One moment the boy is there, the next, he’s gone. Fast-forward five years and we get to see the emotional and psychological toll of such an event on both Ben and his parents.

Eric was never found and Ben is convinced that the police didn’t do a good enough job. He is also convinced that Eric is still alive. He suspects multiple folks and as we go through the novel, we start to see that Ben’s point-of-view is skewed. To say that strange things start happening once Ben starts working the night shift at the very grocery store that the event occurred, would be an understatement. Auerbach has a way with words that get under your skin, and the imagery he can paint it quite vivid. On top of that, his characters are top notch. They’ve all got their secrets and those little hooks kept me reading going. The way Auerbach weaved the narrative together is masterful. Many times I had to go on to the next chapter because of a bombshell chapter-end. Thanks for the late nights.

Auerbach’s characters are full of depths and secrets. As the story evolves, you’re left wondering who’s hiding what, and how it could be connected. The tone and atmosphere that Auerbach builds is rich and tense, and the dark imagery that he shows us is creepy as hell.

I highly recommend this book. It’s been quite a while since I read such a creepy and disturbing read. 

​Check it out here.

This year’s archery elk hunt has been one of the most exciting and frustrating hunts for some time. I came up scouting with the wife in July. We’d picked out a place to go check out that looked awesome on the map. However, driving up to where we would start out hike turned out to be a big pain in the ass due to rough roads. Then hiking up there was even crazier, only to find out that the spot we had picked seemed to be a bastion for fishermen and day hikers, with little to no sign of elk.
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Fast forward to late August. I came up for an early season hunt with my dad and we went up into this area that was full of ponds, wallows, and lush grass. I’d seen elk sign there before and had set up my trail cams in the area. We checked the cams and had cow elk and deer hitting both spots, one even showed a visitation from that morning! So I set my dad up on the pond where my camera had been hoping the elk would come back, and I started my timber stalk. Every now and then I would hit my cow call hoping to get something’s attention, and to hopefully make them think I was a cow elk lumbering through the woods. After about two hours, I get an answer. Another cow elk lets out a mew in response to my call. I see her slinking through the tree line across this meadow I had set up on. We talk back and forth for a moment, and I noticed that she continued to come through the tree line. I guesstimate whereabouts she may cross in front of me and range it out at 20 yards. Couldn’t ask for a more perfect shot. As she goes behind some trees and I draw my bow and wait, and low and behold, she crossed where I thought…well, almost where I thought. She was further back. I couldn’t range again because I was at full draw and I didn’t want to spook her, so I made a quick guess and put my 40-yard pin on her. I let loose and woosh! My arrow sails right over her back. I guessed wrong. She leaves barking up a storm letting everything else area know I’m there. After A LOT of searching (combined two hours over the course of three days) I found my arrow lodged in a tree. I’ve kicked myself in the ass ever since missing that shot because everything was set up perfect. Ah well, live and learn.

The rest of that hunt was uneventful. Fast-forward a couple weeks, and my dad and I are back at it. We set the trail cams up in a couple different spots, both of which show elk coming in, but over a week prior. We begin our hunt. In the mornings and evenings, we hunt certain spots without success. In the afternoons I decide not to take any time off and go scouting new areas. I think over the course of three days I logged over 25 miles hiking around, timber stalking, and scouting. Most of the outings were a bust, finding out that there was very little sign or whatnot, and covering some really rough terrain. However, a couple of the afternoon adventures proved to have results, even if I wasn’t ready.
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In one outing, I went scouting down these canyons and had to crawl back up a mountain. By the time I got to the top, it was about 2 pm and I was dead-dog tired. I found an old road and started walking down that because I figured it would take me back to the vehicle. At one point I look up and lock eyes with a spike elk with a messed-up antler. As soon as we see each other he took off. I don’t know if I even had my bow in timber-stalk mode (arrow nocked, and release hooked) if I would have been able to get a shot off. But, I saw an elk and a bull at that. 

The next day, I decided to hike from one of my usual haunts over the country to the next one. It turns out to be about 3.6 miles total over deadfall city. Early on, I hear a bugle in the distance. So, I bugled back. In the back of my mind, I thought it was probably another hunter because it was late morning (around 1000) and up until this point the elk had been in stealth mode, not a peep. But, I had to see it through on the off chance that it was real. I moved in closer each time it called out and answered with my own bugle a few times. I finally got to where it sounded like it was maybe 500 yards away down this ridge. So I set up my ambush. It bugled, and I would bugle back trying every trick I could to piss it off. It kept coming in closer, and I was starting to think this was really going to go down. However, after about 30 minutes, some movement catches my eye and I spy another hunter. We’d both been duped! I moved out of my spot and waved, and we went on about our day. It’s nice to know that my bugles and cow calls sound authentic enough to fool hunters and a cow.
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During rest of my trek, the only thing I learned, is that all the fresh sign is closer to each of my usual spots and not up in the shit where you would expect it to be. However, one the way back, I spook an elk up from its bed, and when I get back to the place where I’ve seen elk in the trees before, I go back into timber stalking mode, and I hunt, moving very slowly down the mountain. If I had been hunting doe, I could have had a shot at two of them. Anyway, I get to the point where I’m almost back to camp and I put my arrow away and stop my stalk. You see, I’d never seen any sign or anything on that last stretch of trail. Lo and behold, that’s when they came out. I hadn’t traveled 100 yards before six elk come bounding from the timber, three cow and three calves. The lead cow even stops in the trail in front of me for a couple seconds, not 10 yards away. Had I been in timber stalk mode with my bow loaded up and ready to go, I could have made the shot. Just goes to show you, never let your guard down no matter how close to camp you are. It would have been an awesome pack out. Live and learn.

I’m fairly new to elk hunting, as I’ve only been at it for about seven years or so and it’s all self-taught. Lots of Googling, listening to podcasts, talking to other hunters, and reading books. In all this time, I’ve only killed one elk, and that was the second year out. However, I’ve seen more elk this time around than I have all the other trips combined. I was able to get my first shot off with the bow on one, although it was a miss. Sometimes I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing and that I’m doing it all wrong. Other times, things work out just how they should (not counting actually harvesting the elk). I don’t know. I’m sure, like all other hunters out there, the desire for a successful harvest stems from a place of just wanting to show that you are capable of coming out into the wilderness, and out-smarting the timber ghosts. Every year that goes by unsuccessful, that desire grows, as does the frustration. However, it spurs me on to work harder than the year before. Plus, it always comes down to my differing levels of success. The first level is just getting out there. The second level of success is actually seeing the animal you’re after. The third level is getting a shot at it. The final level, of course, is harvesting the animal and filling the freezer with meat. This year, as far as archery elk goes, I hit the third level. We’ll see how my upcoming hunts for pronghorn, deer, and coming back at the elk for rifle go. In the meantime, get out there and do what you love!

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Traci Douglass – “Blood Strong: A Blood Ravagers Novella”
One guardian demon in love. One witch with a secret crush. One evil threatening their newfound connection.
 
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She’s a hybrid shifter who’s not supposed to exist. He’s a wolf who was born to protect her. But her secrets force him to choose: his mate, or his pack loyalty?
 
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Some are born with the gift to see into the future. Others create their own destiny.
 
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The full moon’s coming and it’s time to embrace the wildness within.
 
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To find a chance… A chance to find…
 
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When a river falls in love with an ordinary person will New York City survive?
 
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Sometimes a wizard from Sweden needs help from a medium from Michigan.
 
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An engineering student and a cryptozoologist. One of them can talk to sea monsters, but it’s not who you think.
 
 
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Excerpt from Traci Douglass’s Blood Strong: A Blood Ravager’s Novella
 
Emma Bradstreet checked her watch again. She hadn’t even finished parallel parking her car outside Seven yet when one of the Frost twins rushed over to her door. Thank God for the rainbow streaks in Liz’s hair, otherwise she’d never be able to tell her and Anna apart. Her frantic expression had Emma hurrying to cut the engine and exit the vehicle. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here,” she gushed. “Anna said you would be the only one who could help.”

She grabbed Emma hand and yanked her toward the club, barely giving her time to grab her purse from the front seat. Liz dragged her inside and over to the bar where her husband, a wolf shifter named Dex, stood. The guy was tall, blonde, and far too intense for Emma’s comfort. Still his violet eyes were kind and he smiled at her warmly when she approached. Beside him stood Anna, Dante’s wife and Liz’s identical twin. Both girls were powerful psychics and together they formed the gang’s Oracle—a powerful conduit for psychic energy used to protect and bind the Blood Ravager members together. Dante, the gang’s leader, stood behind his wife with his arms around Anna’s waist, holding her possessively.

Emma stumbled forward through the crowded space, knocking into several scary looking guys and one turquoise alien who acted as the gang’s official healer.

She managed to stop short of taking a header over the bar and pulled free from Liz’s insistent grip. “What do you need from me?”

“We need you to break a tie,” Anna said. “Which of these colors suits my sister better? I said it was the blue, but she insists on the purple.”

Two swatches were held in front of Emma’s face. Honestly, she couldn’t see much difference in either of the pastel shades, but she leaned slightly to peer at Liz then looked back at the fabric just the same. “The purple, I guess.”

“Perfect!” Liz jumped forward and wrapped her arms around Emma, sticking her tongue out at her sister. “See? I told you so, Anna. Thanks so much, Em.”

“No problem.” Still confused as to why the color choice was important, Emma slowly backed away from the group, only to run smack up against a massive, muscled chest. A chest covered in a soft black T-shirt that smelled absolutely fabulous—like lavender and musk and clean warm male.

“Oh,” she said, raising her eyes to see Spud’s smiling face. “I’m so sorry.”

“No harm done, Emma,” he said, his voice deep and tinged with amusement. “No need to run away either.”

For a moment, she stood transfixed by his handsome, chiseled face and sexy smile. Emma blinked several times to break herself out of her embarrassing daze, swallowing hard against the tingles racing over her skin from his touch.

“I’m early,” she blurted out.

 Seriously? That’s the best you can do?

“That’s okay,” Spud said with a shrug. “We can go ahead and meet now, if you want.”

 “Uh, sure.” She fumbled after him toward the stairs, wishing the earth would just split open and devour her whole. Her cheeks felt so hot she was surprised the fire alarms didn’t go off. “Yeah, that’s great…thanks.”

“Sure.” He grabbed two bottles of water from the bartender then cocked his head toward the back door. “Actually, why don’t we start out back in the courtyard.”

Her breath hitched. In truth, she’d had a crush on Spud from the first moment she’d set foot in Salvation and he’d rescued her after she’d been stung by a bee. Luckily, she wasn’t allergic, but it had still hurt like hell. Her parents couldn’t have cared less, and to her sisters she was like a surrogate mom, so therefore indestructible. But Spud had treated the sting with gentle hands and given Emma a cool towel for her head and a cold drink to wash down the pain meds. He’d even dried her silly tears when she’d cried for one insane moment. In her fantasies, he’d see past her prim, proper exterior and notice her as a woman. In reality, that seemed like a tall order. Especially since he was giving her a slow, head-to-toe appraisal.

Goddess bless it, why didn’t I wear something cuter?

Another gang member pulled Spud aside, whispering and pointing toward a heated argument at the pool table near the front of the bar. Spud handed Emma the waters then raised a finger for her to wait before he took off to break up the fight before it could start.

Guardian demons got a bad reputation because of their formidable size and gruff exteriors. But she’d found Spud to be nothing but kind and generous and loyal to a fault. It still amazed her that he wasn’t mated yet. It also made her secretly happy, because if Spud was still available, Emma might have a chance.
The kerfuffle was broken up in less than ten minutes and Spud slowly made his way back to Emma, his easy swagger highlighting his broad torso and trim waist. His shoulder length brown hair caught the overhead lights and her fingertips itched to run through the silky strands. Through the curls, near his forehead, peeked two tiny horns. Even that she found that insanely attractive.  The only thing about she questioned was his name. She’d have to ask him about that.

Maybe once they got to know each other better.

Once he reached her, Spud flashed that sexy little smile, his warm gray eyes sparkling. “Sorry about that. You play pool?”

 Emma took a deep breath to quiet the zing of awareness through her bones. “Nah. Not really my thing.”

“Not mine either.”

They stood near the back exit in silence for several moments, watching the crowd while Emma tried to figure out what to say next.  The air around them pulsed with electricity and she couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. She should say something intelligent and thoughtful and cute. Except words escaped her whenever Spud was around. So, instead, she leaned back against the wall beside the jukebox and stared out at the paranormal circus of creatures in front of them.

“Ready to go to the courtyard?” Spud pointed toward the exit with a water bottle.

“Yes!” she said, too quickly. “Please.”

“This way.” He grinned, pressing his palm against her lower back, ushering her through the door and down a short hall into the twilight. The whole time she kept repeating her mantra in her head to combat the buzz of being close to him. 

It’s just work. It’s just work.

Emma kept reminding herself not to go overboard, not to fall for a guy who was so out of her league it wasn’t even funny. With each step, however, she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling they were crossing a threshold, entering a new realm where she would get to see the real Spud, not the tough guy badass he portrayed to the world.

And deep inside, her witch instincts told Emma she wouldn’t be disappointed.
 
© 2018 Traci Douglass
 
 

 

​Went out for the first bit of elk scouting a couple weekends ago. I was able to go with my lovely wife which was great because I love spending time with her, plus this I the first year she’ll be able to actually have a chance at harvesting an animal. She finished up her Hunter’s Safety earlier in the year and we just picked her up a general season elk tag for rifle.
 
When we first got up there, it was raining and the temperature had dropped significantly, especially compared to the basin. Down in Vernal, it was almost 100 degrees, but up top with the storm going on, it was a chill 55 degrees. We had to wait for a break in the storm to put up camp, plus we had to fight the mosquitos. I don’t know if it was due to the rain or what, but they were everywhere, and they’d swarm you as soon as you stopped moving. I imagine that is what Alaska is like this time of year.
 
We got the camp set up, collected and processed some wood for the night’s fire (and the wood burning stove), then headed off to go get some scouting in before it got too dark. On the way up it looked like the Forest Service, or some mysterious Good Samaritan had finally cleaned up the trail. A lot of the fallen trees had been cut away and the path had been cleared. So that was nice.
 
We didn’t see much sign headed up that way, but I followed a game trail and found a big open meadow that I had no idea was there. It would be a good spot perhaps for rifle season.

​The next day we went up to a new spot I had found on the map. It looked promising. It was a small lake nestled in the horseshoe of some high cliffs at about 11,000 feet. We hit the road and started driving up there, and oh my god, the road was shite! Took about 45 min to crawl up a few miles to park at the spot that looked like a straight shot up to the lake. We started hiking and for whatever reason, I kept veering uphill and to the left, which eventually took us to a trail I didn’t know was there. At first, I thought the trail was a really crappy ATV road. About halfway there we crossed paths with about half a dozen folks hiking back down, carrying backpacks and fishing poles. I stopped and chatted with one dude and showed him where I was going and he told me they had just come down from there.
 
#sonofabitch
 
Up to that point, I hadn’t really seen much sign of elk at all. However, my wife and I decided to push on and see what the lake looked like anyway. I knew if I didn’t go up there, I’d always be wondering what was up that way. We pressed on and found more sign of people than we did of animals. It was okay though because we came across some beautiful scenery. However, there was one casualty from that jaunt—my wife’s boots. The soles of her boots completely disintegrated during that hike. She’d only wore those boots for about six months while she was deployed overseas and they couldn’t last four hours in the Uintah Mountains. That goes to show you what happens when you go with the lowest bidder for government contracts. 

Later that evening we hit another spot (after my wife changed her shoes of course). It was a spot I hunted the year prior and showed some promise. It wasn’t very far from the road, but we started seeing more elk sign than we had all trip. After a little ways in, I found a few piles of fresh(ish) scat nearby a water source, as well as an area that had about seven tree rubs all within ten yards of each other.
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I don’t know if the hunt will pan out, but at least I have a better idea of what it’s looking like at the moment, and I can create my game plan. Hopefully, some of the sweat equity pays off and I can harvest an elk this year because let me tell you this, my freezer is looking sparse. 

​About a month ago I watched a movie called, Resolution. It was released in 2012 by directors Justin Benson (who also wrote the screenplay) and Aaron Moorhead. It starred Peter Cilella and Vinny Curran. In a nutshell, the movie is about a man who receives a videotape of his friend falling further and further down the vortex of drug abuse and decides to help him out. His idea of help is found in the form of traveling out to his buddy's house which is located in the middle of nowhere and handcuffing him to a pipe to make him quit drugs cold turkey. When he gets there, we find out that his friend didn't send him any videotape, and that's when things get strange. 
 

​I watched this movie because of the movie, The Endless, which debuted this year. The Endless looked like a crazy, cosmic horror that was right up my alley, and after a little research I found out Resolution was made by the same directors and was set in the same world. I am glad I watched Resolution, because, while The Endless isn't so much a sequel per se, it is connected, and there are things that happen in both movies that could be confusing if you don't watch both. They complement each other well, and I highly recommend watching both if you like strange horror stories.
 
Word of warning though, if you are the type that needs all the questions answered in a movie, then you best pass on this one. Even after watching both of them there were still questions. 
 
Where these movies excel, is with the uncanny cosmic horror. With Resolution, it's merely hinted at, but The Endless takes that idea, sets it on fire, and runs it down the road parading it like the Olympic torch. 
 
Here's what worked with Resolution: the acting and strange goings-on work on a level that spoke to me. I like my horror weird, creepy, and head-scratchy for the most part, and this movie hits those marks. It was weird, in a good way, with some genuinely creepy moments.
 
Where it begins to fail (although after watching both movies, the failures are actually successes; however, I realize that someone shouldn't have to watch both movies to fully understand something...movies, like books, need to stand on their own two feet) is with the randomness of the weird things happening. It got to the point where I thought that perhaps the writers and directors just compiled as much weird shit as possible and ran with that idea without fully realizing where the destination would be. The ending is strange and left me with more questions than answers.
 
Now, let's circle over to The Endless. There is a scene in Resolution where the protagonist comes across members of a UFO death cult. It's a very short interaction, but one that has bigger impacts with The Endless. Two of the people he met in that interaction are the main protagonists in The Endless. They play as brothers who left the death cult. They receive a strange video of the other members welcoming them back, and long story short, they decide to go back for one day. 

​Much like Resolution, strange things begin to happen once they arrive. The cultists are creepy, but not in the fact that they are psychopaths, but more in the fact that they almost appear normal. They have a couple of outliers in the group, but for the most part, fairly down-to-earth (pun intended).
 
As I mentioned before, where Resolution left you with the idea of cosmic horror, The Endless solidifies it. There's something out in the woods (which isn't a spoiler) that the cultists are worshiping. When the lead cult member is asked by one of the of the brothers, he responds with this (paraphrasing here), "it's something different for everybody. If you want to know what it is, then go find out for yourself." I really liked that notion. 
 
The movie also had a mix of moments. There were a couple of genuine comedic (albeit, dark comedy) moments that stuck out. I won't spoil it here, but one of my favorites was when they gave one of the characters a gun that had been requested. Mixed with that, were some terrifying moments...again, no spoilers, but the tent scene was particularly disturbing, especially when you realize what's going on, and what that character inside the tent is having to live through.
 
On a subtler level, there is an aspect of horror with seeing a difference in reality. The older brother realized that staying with the cult would mean their potential death, which is why he took his younger brother and left so long back. The younger brother only remembered the good things about the cult, and when faced with his not-so-great present quality of life, he wanted to go back. The movie was great with showing the conflict between these two and the decisions they must face as the story pushed forward. 
 
There were a couple of plot holes and head shakes, but for the most part, The Endless was solid. The acting was good, the story was great, and the atmosphere was amazing. I found the ending somewhat ambiguous. I took it one way while my wife saw it differently. It kind of ties back into the quote of, it’s something different for everybody. It touched on all the key points of cosmic horror for me and left me wanting another movie by these two directors. Overall, a great addition to the cosmic horror movies out there, and I consider it a must see if you like horror movies that have a weirdness to them.
 

I saw this hit video on demand a few months back, but I never got around to watching it. It finally came on Amazon Prime so I gave it a try. The Blackwell Ghost is a "documentary" about a independent filmmaker who takes on a project to find out if ghosts are real or not. It's marketed as a real documentary; however, I have my doubts on things. Real or not, it was still entertaining and pretty creepy. Here's the trailer.

The documentary follows a man who says he used to film zombie films but wanted a change of pace. He comes across a YouTube clip of a ghost walking out of a hotel room and decides he wants to look into hauntings. Here is the clip of the ghost coming out of the hotel room. 

He tries to look into that but gets contacted by a guy who claims to live in a haunted house. The dude flies out there to meet the guy who owns the house and we get a bit of backstory on the residence. Basically, legend has it that back in the day the woman who lived there was a little crazy and kidnapped kids, chopped them up, and threw them down a well that was located in the cellar. The guy goes on to say that he experiences supernatural phenomenon almost every day in the way of noises, things moving, and other common haunting stuff. 

Later on, the filmmaker is invited by the owner to come back and spend a few nights in the house while he's away on vacation. The filmmaker takes the man up on his offer and craziness ensues. 

There aren't really any jump scares in this movie/documentary, but where it works is the slow build of tension that is executed in a practical way at the end that still manages to get under your skin. I question the authenticity of the documentary aspect, as some things happen in this that seem a little to coincidental and done for entertainment; however, it didn't detract from the experience. If you like quiet, slow building, ghost stories, check it out. It was only an hour well worth the time.

I finally was able to get out and see the movie, Hereditary, and oh my lord, what a weird and creepy movie. It is unsettling on many levels, and kind of sticks with you after you've seen it for a bit. First off, the trailer didn't do the movie any justice; however, after seeing the flick, I'm not sure how you can effectively cut a trailer for this movie. I'm going to tackle some non-spoilery stuff first, then we'll get into the meat and potatoes of this show.

First, let's talk about the story. On the surface, it's about a family dealing with the death of a mother/grandmother. Digging deeper and peeling away the layers, it's about so much more. This movie is about loss. Loss of family, loss of sanity, and loss of self. 

I have to give some major kudos to actor Toni Collette, she knocked this one out of the park. She shows a wide range of emotion and kept this story moving. Another big shout out to Molly Shapiro who played the daughter to Toni Collette. I think she portrayed having mental issues very well. The trailer made it seem like this movie was going to be about her, and in a way it was. But, as I mentioned before, the trailer is misleading.

Overall, this movie excelled in its creep factor. The way the angles were shot, the music, and the use of light (or lack thereof) all came together and made for some shots that actually sent chills through my body. There were some specific scenes too (which I'll get into in the spoiler section) that stuck with me  after the credits rolled. 

The movie starts out slow, but once it starts moving, it doesn't stop. ​One thing that I enjoyed, was the unreliable POV of Toni Collette's character. She suffers from some issues where you have to question if what she is seeing is real or not. It made me question everything she saw and that was great. I love movies that leave things up to the interpretation of the viewer. 

As for some of the cons of the movie, there are a few things that happen make me question the actions of the main characters...one of those things where they act a certain way and you just roll your eyes. It wasn't anything crazy, but enough to make me raise an eyebrow.

Another issue of the movie is some of it doesn't make sense. I'll get into it a bit in my spoiler section. Overall, these things didn't detract from the experience and if you're into weird, creepy things, then go watch the movie. It's hard to compare it to anything, but the closest thing I can think of is maybe The Witch. They play on the theme of isolation, strange things going on, and overall creepiness. Plus, Utah connection! The movie was filmed in Park City and Salt Lake City. I thought it was looking familiar while I was watching it, then I saw a Utah plate on a vehicle in a scene. 

​Anyway...on to the spoilers!  

Let's get into the spoilers. The trailer sets this movie up to be some sort of supernatural little girl scary movie, and I suppose on some level, yes, that is part of this movie. However, I almost thought this would take a turn much like The Omen or maybe Firestarter where the little girl was going to be the main character of this show and the family was going to be dealing with her powers. But HOLY SHIT, 1/3 of the way into this movie she gets taken out in a gruesome accident that takes her head off. So if you're sensitive to kids dying, don't see this movie. They end up showing her head later on the side of the road all decomposing and covered with ants.

All of sudden this movie took a turn and it started getting even weirder. There were some traditional witchcraft overtones early on that I saw that reminded me of the maiden, mother, and crone. The paganism angle gets heavier and heavier until it comes to an end. You come to find out that the grandmother was part of a coven that was trying summon Paimon who is a duke of hell or a king or hell depending on what source read.

I loved how they weaved mental disorders into actual paranormal happenings. At one point Toni Collette explains to a support group that her mother was crazy and that she had mental issues. She mention that her brother killed himself and blamed the mother stating that she put voices in his head. After seeing the show, we can see that she was trying to plant an evil demon into him. It makes me wonder if her issues stemmed from the same source, or if she actually had some issues. 

Here are some questions I have about the movie that perhaps someone smarter than me can answer. First, was Charlie really Paimon (a duke of hell that the grandmother was trying to summon and that the coven finally successfully summoned)? I don't quite understand how her spirit was connected to the whole thing.

Second, how do you not know that there is a dead body in your attic? That shit would start to stink something bad I would imagine. They make some cursory comment about it during the movie, but come on...I think it would be worse then that. 

Third, the family witnesses some strange seance go down and the next day they just move on like nothing happened. I mean, if I saw things go flying off the table, flames shooting out of candles, and my mom speaking in tongues, I don't know what I would do, but going on about my business like nothing at all was out of the ordinary would not be it.

Anyway, the scene when Toni Collette crawls up the wall and is banging her head against the crawlspace door was creepy as hell. Then when she's cutting her own head off with a wire...oh man, chills. Any time they showed a spirit in the darkness was very well done, especially the scene with the head and the ball (if you've seen it, you'll know what I'm talking about). 

Well worth a watch if you're into creepy stories. I highly recommend it.

Daniel Yocom, creator of the Guild Master Gaming blog did a really nice review of my collection of horror stories, Tales from the Storm: Vol 1. Check it out!

http://guildmastergaming.blogspot.com/2018/06/tales-from-storm-volume-one-by.html 

What kind of books/stories do you write?
*Horror, fantasy, science fiction, and some good old-fashioned western. You know, the kind of thing at which a lot of people turn their nose up. I’ve never had much use for reading a book about someone getting up and going to work, then going home for dinner. Unless, of course, that person encounters an alien on the way to work, arrives home to find a slaughtered family member with an orc standing over the body. I have enough angst and worry in my own life; I don’t really have time to have it in my fiction. But, if that’s your thing? More power to you. I say live and let live. You write what you enjoy, I’ll write what I enjoy and we’ll (hopefully) both be happy.
 
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
*I think it was sometime in the fourth grade. Mrs. Pardoe made a positive comment on something I had written. I’ve been seeking more of that praise ever since, as well as the fulfillment I felt at entertaining someone with the written word.

What do you consider the most influential book you've ever read?
*Man…that’s a tough one to answer. A lot of genre writers point to On Writing by Stephen King. I’m not going to, although it’s a good work. I think that The Phantom Tollbooth would be on that list, largely because of the brilliant wordplay and great message. Also on that list is Killer Angels (one of only a few books that has ever brought me to tears) for teaching me that well-written books could truly cause tears. The Shining (one of only a few books that has genuinely scared me) for, well, teaching me that the written word had the power to terrify. I’m also a Lord of the Rings fanatic; the prose, poetry, and world-building (including language creation) is truly amazing. I could probably go on for pages about my influences, actually.

What other authors are you friends with, and how have they helped you become a better writer?
Sheesh…where do I start? Who do I offend by leaving off the list (or, in some cases, putting ON the list)? I know I’ll forget someone (and if I do, it’s unintentional), but I’ll start the list with you, Cody.
 
Cody Langille: Expand my horizons.
D.J. Butler: Persevere; stand up for myself.
Tracy Hickman: It’s OK to reinvent myself; the need to listen to the voices once in a while.
Bob Defendi: Humor is perfectly acceptable in large doses as well as small ones.
Brad Torgerson: Shoot for the stars, you may just make it there.
Paul Genesse: Dragons are real.
Alan Bahr: Tiny things can be really powerful.
Michael Collings: Poetry is cool. Really cool.
Michaelbrent Collings: Make sure that you breathe in every time you breathe out.
Nathan Shumate: B movies aren’t bad.
Johnny Worthen: Tie dye is cool and badgers are awesome.
David Farland: Magic systems aren’t easy to create.
Terra Luft: Someone out there will always need your expertise, no matter how random or obscure.
Scott Forman: Don’t feel the need to go along even when everyone around you is…just be yourself.
John Olsen: Just because you stick a gear on it, it doesn’t mean it’s steampunk.
Lehua Parker: Never judge a book by its cover.
Al Carlisle: Real life makes awesome book fodder.
Charlie Harmon: What others see as an obstacle may not be.
Michael Darling: Good guys don’t always finish last.
David West: Someone else thinks smoking jackets look cool.
Larry Correia: Pick a card. Any card.

What’s the best way you've found to market your books?
*Largely I’ve relied on various forms of social media. I also have some blogging friends that have passed along the message. It’s worked well enough, but there’s certainly room for improvement. It’s not the “best” way, but right now the “only” way, based on time and life factors.

What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book?
*Name it. <laughs> Hours spent at the State Library. Ancient art objects found in online museum collections and galleries. Maps of all shapes, sizes, and types. Those ubiquitous internet searches that make most genre authors a little nervous about potential NSA monitoring. Most recently was a purchase of a vintage book filled with blueprints and sketches of Victorian houses. Inspiration and research can be found everywhere, so I have a hard time putting a time frame on my research. You could say I’m always researching, I just don’t know for what.

Any last thoughts for our readers?
*To date, much of what I’ve published has been with small presses (at least one of which is defunct). It can make for some easier publication, but more difficult distribution and marketing. But if you can get published, do it. Make sure you research the presses first, but be wiling to take a chance if the terms are in your favor. I’ve passed up some opportunities that I now regret. As with everything else, once an opportunity passes, it can be difficult to get it back.

What kind of books/stories do you write?
 
Most of the books and stories I publish fall into a literary genre called magical realism. Magical realism has elements of fantasy, sci-fi, and horror, but its main focus is on presenting magic or the supernatural in an otherwise realistic or mundane setting. Characters don’t use magic spells or technology to interact with the supernatural; it simply exists. Magical realism is what happens when the real world is invaded by things too strange to believe and often has elements of fables, myths, and allegory presented through an indigenous peoples’ perspective. 
 
Magical realism authors include people like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Alice Hoffman, and Salman Rushdie. A lot of the work of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Joe Hill crosses into magical realism, but since they write from a western worldview, they aren’t identified with the genre.
 
Many of my books and stories are set in the fictional town of Lauele, Hawaii. Lauele is set in contemporary Hawaii, but it’s a Hawaii where ancient deities and cultural expectations and obligations have resonance and power. The supernatural lives among humans and interacts with them, but most human don’t realize it.
 
The people in Lauele are a lot like the people I grew up with. In my stories, characters face real-world issues and challenges that arise from Hawaiian vs. western culture perspectives. The stories are centered around defining family, understanding cultural heritage, preserving the past, navigating clashes between traditional Hawaiian values and western society, fighting nature vs. nurture, destiny vs. free will, and learning how to define oneself with integrity based on an internal moral compass. 
 
 
 
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
 
I can’t remember the first story I wrote, but my mom has a few that I created when I was five or so. My first professional publication was an essay I wrote in the third grade that made it into the local newspaper. I’m not going to lie; autographing the copies to send to my grandparents was pretty cool.
 
Through my teen years and into college I had short stories, poetry, and essays published and a couple of plays and screenplays produced. At the same time, I was doing a lot of video work for cable tv as a writer, on-air talent, producer, and director. My parents encouraged me to follow the video path over the writing, so that’s what I did. (Actually, they wanted me to go to law school, but that’s another story.) I earned a BA in Communications by majoring in Mediated Message Design and Research with a double-minor in Creative Writing and Video Production.
 
My career has wandered like a drunken sailor. I’ve been a studio manager, television director, senior instructional designer, corporate director, ghost writer, copyeditor, theater critic, web designer, business and training consultant, and an English and history teacher—to name a few.
 
While writing and telling stories were always a part of everything I did, it wasn’t until about six years ago that I decided to go back to my first love and write fiction. It was snowing outside, so of course I decided to write about being at the beach. Without a completed manuscript, in 2011 I signed my first book contract with Jolly Fish Press for the Niuhi Shark Saga, a five-book MG/YA series.
 
 
 
What do you consider the most influential book you've ever read?
 
This is like asking me which child is my favorite. (It’s you, sweetheart, the one who’s reading this. Shhhhh. Don’t tell your sibling.) I’ve read more than 20,000 books and short stories and read another 200 or so book each year. I couldn’t tell you who my favorite author is, let alone which book was most influential. I seldom read a book more than once, but the books I return to are those by Diana Gabaldon, Jim Butcher, Stephen King, Michael Crichton, Terry Pratchett, JK Rowling, and Amy Tan.
 
 
 
What other authors are you friends with, and how have they helped you become a better writer?
 
At this stage of my career, networking and collaboration are less about becoming a better writer and more about becoming better at business. I’ve gone from a shotgun approach to focusing effort on events that are highly targeted and aligned with my own goals.
 
But when I first started writing again, I got heavily involved with many different writing groups. I even founded some of them. I understood the power of collaboration and networking and devoted a lot of time to building communities and supporting newbie authors.
 
Slowly, I realized that in order to keep the writing groups cohesive and relevant, I was spending all of my time on projects that built community, but took me away from what I was passionate about. My own writing was taking a backseat to organizing groups and editing other people’s work. My family life was suffering. Something had to change.
 
Over the last few years, I’ve significantly reduced the amount of time I spend with local writing communities. Because of this, I’ve been more productive and have four new books in print, sold several short stories, and placed essays with literary magazines. While I have a solid group of professional writing friends, we support each other through email and only see each other at big regional conferences or events.
 
 
What’s the best way you've found to market your books?
 
In May 2016, I received my rights back for the first two Niuhi Shark books from Jolly Fish Press. As Makena Press, I revised and republished them along with the third in the series in July 2016. I went from marketing as a traditionally published author to marketing as an indy press.
 
Marketing thousands of miles from my core audience is tough. By far the most successful marketing I’ve done was to take a few books to Hawaii and drop them off at libraries and schools. From those twenty donated books I’ve built a readership and following that is expanding across the Pacific. Schools are adopting the series into their curriculums, and I was nominated for a major children’s choice award. I do school visits using remote video conferencing and will be a featured guest at a children’s literature conference in Hawaii in 2018. Most of my sales are now coming organically from word of mouth.
 
Even indy-published, I sell about 100 print copies for every eBook copy. That means that most of the successful marketing strategies used by small presses and indy publishers don’t work for me. To grow my audience and market share, I’m looking to partner with an international big press publisher or distributor.
 
 
What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book?
 
In between writing the books, I read a lot of journals and non-fiction books about Hawaiian history, culture, native plants, ecology, migration patterns—you name it. I also read a lot of literature about Pacific legends and myths. I watch Shark Week reruns. I’m constantly adding to my resource library.
 
Before I begin a new novel, I only outline a very basic plot and rely on my characters to tell me the story—I tend to write by the seat of my pants. When I’m in the middle of writing a book, things pop up that I need to know, but never anticipate, like how to customize the paint on a surfboard or how long it takes an active teen to rehab after losing a limb or how stowaways could get on a cruise ship or which K-Pop heartthrobs are the hottest this week.
 
During the creation phase, Google is my buddy and nemesis—a great black vortex that sucks me down interesting paths that never make it into a book.
 
 
Any last thoughts for our readers?
 
Writers by nature are a mercurial blend of chuffed ego, eternal optimism, and deeply held insecurities. The ones who are in it for the long haul are those who learn to define success by their own terms. They understand that as their career changes, what defines success changes, too. If you want to be a writer, write because you love it. Write because you have something only you can say. Fill your days with good books, movies, and music, but keep the most important things first in your life. Enjoy the time and season that you’re in. You may only be able to write an hour a day or in fifteen minute blocks. You’re still a writer. Compare less and enjoy more. The journey really is the destination.

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