When it comes to writing books, there are a few different camps. Some writers are plotters. They will take the time to fully outline their book, create character bios and descriptions, and have it all mapped out before they ever write a single word of their book. Then there are the pantsers. They don’t outline at all and write everything from the seat of their pants, so to speak. Basically, they will know what they want to write and just start writing and see where the words take them. There is no wrong way or right way to write, as both pantsing and plotting are effective.

For the longest time, I was a pantser. I had tried plotting, and many times my story would jump the rails by chapter two or three, and all that hard work was gone. When I would write my stories or books, I would have a general idea of what I wanted to write and a handful of scenes or beats I knew I wanted to include, and I’d make it happen. However, as I grew older, I found I would flounder on my projects, frequently hitting roadblocks or not being sure where I wanted to go.

Fast-forward to today. I’ve been freelancing on Upwork, writing novel outlines for a client. They would give me a general idea sometimes, or now that they trust me, they let me run free with it all. I would produce a chapter-by-chapter breakdown of what would happen in the book, develop character and faction bios, and then, in turn, they would hand that to another writer, and someone would write a book based off that outline. Recently I’ve been struggling with my book. I know in a general sense where I want it to go, but after five chapters in, I’m floundering again. I decided to finally outline it, and I think it is going to be magical. Why do I think that?

Well, I might start ghostwriting for this same company that I’m doing outlines for and they wanted a sample chapter. Using the outline I wrote, I was able to produce 1700 in an hour. Those 1700 words were probably the easiest thing I’ve written in the last six months. I no longer have to stop and think where I want it to go or worry about writing myself into a corner because the entire thing is laid out in front of me. What is even nicer is the sample I am writing is based on an outline I completed for them, so I know the characters and the story well. I also know where it is going across multiple books so I can start laying breadcrumbs and foreshadowing events that take place in book three.
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Is pantsing a bad way of doing things? Heavens no. I wrote a lot of things using that method, and it worked for me until I changed and it didn't anymore. As I mentioned above, there is no right or wrong way to do things. Just find the way that works for you and run with it. Hell, it may even be a hybrid of the two and that is fine! Just write and have fun with it. If that means plotting first, then plot. If it means pantsing, then do that. Now go write! 

Today is the day that you finally decide to sit down and read a book. You've had an idea of what you wanted to pick up for a while but now you are having trouble deciding on which one. Well, there is a website called Randomly Shop Books and it is super simple to use and it will make you feel like a kid in a candy store.
When you visit the website, there are numerous categories to choose from; fiction, horror, romance, and more! Every day, you can check Randomly for new books to check out. Who knows? You just might find your next favorite.
Since you're online today, why not visit the website? You just click around until you find the perfect book and you'll be reading in no time. Randomly features tons of great books for everyone! If you're lucky, you'll find one of my books on there.

Holy crap… what can I say about this book? It wastes no time jumping right into it and it also wasted no time sucking me in. Part coming-of-age, part horrible trauma, and part a treatise on depression masquerading as a story about a haunting. Well, first, before we go any further, if you are triggered about suicide, then stop right here and go no further.

Still here? Okay, then. This is a story about a group of teens who stumble across a haunted video clip on the internet (we’re talking early days of the internet where machines killed each other in battle to connect your computer and you could hear their screams through the phone line). The clip is of a congressman who kills himself on camera by eating a bullet from a .357.

The video imprints itself on the teens in more ways than one as they each begin to see the dead congressman in their dreams and eventually while they are awake as well. Their battle to figure out what is going on leads to some grisly dealings.
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I’m not going to spoil this book. You have to read it yourself. This book is an Alfred Hitchcock movie that had a baby with The Ring. I just know that it is going to stick with me for a very long time. Keisling has an uncanny ability to get under your skin.
 

If you follow me at all, you’ll know that hunting is a huge part of my life. In particular, archery elk hunting is my favorite jamberry. I spend a lot of time thinking about hunting elk, preparing to hunt elk, and when the time comes, actually hunting them. It may come as a surprise that I’ve only killed one elk in my entire life, and I started hunting them back in 2012.

This year I changed things up a bit. I used OnX maps to e-scout what looked like a good location. It was about three miles back in the timber and off trail for the last half-a-mile or so. The spot sat about 10,600 feet in elevation and was on a small flat space next to a saddle that provided food, cover, and water. My wife and I hiked up there to scout it out in person, and it was tough to get to. For most of it, it was relatively flat and on a trail. However, as soon as you left the trail, the terrain became rugged and steep with deadfall. In fact, I remember quite distinctly hiking up there and hoping that it wouldn’t pan out because getting an elk off that mountain was going to be difficult, to say the least. Yet, as soon as we got up to the spot, I knew immediately it was a good area. There was sign everywhere. So I dropped a couple trail cameras, and we left.

I kicked my physical training into high gear to get ready because I knew if I got something up there, I would need to be in good shape to get it out. Anxiously I waited for hunting season. Then, finally, the day came.

Day 1:
I left the house alone, hauling the camper, and headed out to the South Slope. The opening day wasn’t until the next morning, but I wanted to get up the mountain, set up base camp, and then hike into the area to spike camp so I would be close and ready to rock on the opener. Generally, my wife would be with me, but she had military training that she couldn’t get out of, so it was just me this time.

I’m always anxious heading out to elk camp. I never know what the conditions are going to be. How many people are going to be out there? Would there be someone in the spot I want to camp, or even worse, would there be hunters already out at my pre-scouted area?

These thoughts rattled through my head as I drove. However, to my surprise, there weren’t many people up on the mountain. I got to my base camp location and found it empty, so I quickly dropped the camper, set things up, changed, and headed out to the trailhead. Strangely enough, there was hardly anyone at all up there. All the spots that are usually filled with campers and hunters were open. I parked at the trailhead, grabbed my gear, and headed out. It was chilly and wet, but I felt like it would be fine, and my gear would be good to go.

The hike there wasn’t difficult at all. I found a spot at the base of the steep mountain to set up spike camp and now realize in retrospect I should have gone all the way up. I chose to set up my camp where I did because it was open and away from any potential widow makers, and I didn’t want to be too close to my hunting area. After I dropped my gear, I hiked up the mountain to retrieve my trail cams so I could take a look at the pics and get an idea of what was moving around up there and what time of day they liked to move.

Going up the steep part is a pain in the butt and scary. It is very steep, and a lot of times, there aren’t very good spots to put your feet. I hate going up and down that thing with a passion. However, I made it up fine and got my cameras. After a stressful hike down to camp, I pulled out my SD card reader to try and see the pics and realized that the card reader worked with my old phone, but not my new one. It wasn’t the end of the world, but I would be going in blind the next day. At that time, it was evening, so I ate a quick meal and then got into my sleeping bag. The temperature continued to drop, and while I didn’t freeze, it was just cold enough to be uncomfortable, and I got very little sleep. As fate would have it, I was just finally dozing off when my alarm sounded.

Day 2:
My first mistake that day was not realizing how long it would take me to get up the mountain in the dark. It took longer than anticipated, and I arrived at the top at the moment I should have already been in place. My second mistake was assuming the winds would do what they were supposed to do. They did the opposite, and now instead of blowing in my face, it was at my back. However, at that point, there wasn’t much I could do, and I wanted to get past the pond to the game trails that lead to the saddle to ambush any elk coming in for morning drink. However, the elk were already at the pond. Just as the meadow came into view through the trees, my scent busted them. I heard, with dismay in my heart, the sound of about 12 elk running away. They didn’t see me. They smelled me. All that hard work had just gone out the window because I wasn’t there earlier, and the winds were not in my favor.

I trudged along to the game trail and picked a good spot hoping that maybe another group would come in later. I was warm from my hike, but as I sat, the chill started to creep in. I was still feeling like an idiot from busting all those elk and wondering what I should do. I was in the process of sending a message back home when I looked up and saw a young cow elk. It wasn’t a calf, but it certainly wasn’t an adult yet, either. It was about 30 yards away. As it moved through the trees, a mature cow elk came in behind it. I saw it was going to step out in one of my shooting lanes, so I drew my bow and waited.

Sure enough, it stepped out exactly where I thought it would. Yet, instead of walking broadside, it came out and turned right toward me and started eating. A front shot with its head down isn’t a good shot. After a while, I let the tension off my bow. I think the younger cow must have seen the movement because shortly after that, it turned tail and ran back up towards the saddle and the older one followed.

Sure, I was disappointed it didn’t pan out, but being there and having a plan come together, and getting to draw on an elk were all huge successes in my book. However, my happiness would soon fade.

It began to rain.

A sprinkle at first, and I got out my poncho and used it as a tarp to make an impromptu shelter. However, as I was tying the ends off, I noticed the dexterity in my fingers was almost non-existent. I knew I was cold but didn’t realize I was that cold. The rain continued to come down, and now that I was paying attention, I realized I was just getting colder and colder. I already had all my layers on. I finally made the decision to leave the area and go back to my spike camp. By the time I got there, I was even colder, and the rain was coming down harder. I knew that even if I got into my tent and put the sleeping bag on, it wouldn’t do much for the chill as everything was quite damp and wet. I made the judgment call to pack up and head back to base camp.

Once I had everything loaded, I made my way back down to the trail. I’m not sure if I packed my bag wrong or if I was fatigued from hardly any sleep, wet, or cold, but each step was tough and drained me. Maybe it was a combination of all of it, but hiking out was way harder than hiking in, and it had only been a day. I had gone through tougher workouts, but for whatever reason, each step out was a chore.

It finally stopped raining, and I pulled my phone out to help me find the trail. As I did, I noticed a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye. I saw something through the trees and could tell it was an animal doing that little shimmy they do when they are trying to see something. I snuck a little closer and saw it was a big cow elk. I quietly shed my pack and checked the wind. It was blowing in my face, which was perfect. Then I moved a little closer.

I pulled out my cow call and let a mew out, and it mewed back! Moments later, another cow mewed back in the trees. For the next few minutes, I talked with the cow using the call. I’d mew, it would respond and get a little closer trying to see me.

I ranged it at 60 yards. For me and my abilities, 60 yards is a no-go. I knew I would have to get closer to seal the deal. So I continued talking with it, and it continued to get a little closer. However, it was moving out diagonally from me. I started to move perpendicular, thinking I could cut the distance and find a good shooting lane. I moved slow, waiting until it was behind trees or had its head down to move at all. Sometimes it would look up and stare right at me, and I’d make my best tree impression.

It was all working, and I knew if things kept up, within a minute or two I’d be close enough and would have a good chance at flinging an arrow downrange. Suddenly the cow turned and ran into the woods.

I was dumbfounded. It ran when we were both behind trees, so I knew it hadn’t seen me. The wind had been good, so it hadn’t smelled me. But, to double-check, I pulled out my wind checker and found the wind had shifted! It had caught my scent, and that was enough to scare it away.

Again, I was disappointed but elated to have not one but two chances to close in on elk in one day. I trudged my way back to the truck, and by the time I got there, I was utterly exhausted. I’ve done more before, so I have no idea why I was so gassed and can only chalk it up the combo of being fatigued and cold.

By the time I got back to base camp, I was feeling a bit better, but as soon as I could I crashed and took a nap. I slept HARD. When I woke, the wind was going nuts, and although I felt a lot better, I decided to take the evening off to recharge and hit it the next morning.

Day 3:
The next day I hit one of my old spots. My setups worked in the fact that I had deer roll through the area less than 30 yards from me. If I had a deer tag, I would have had two good chances to fill it. However, no elk. In the evening, I went out to a different spot I was familiar with. Again, no elk, although I did bump something on my hike out that was quite large, and I think it was an elk, and I had a pack of coyotes howling and yipping probably within 100-200 yards of me. But I didn’t see any timber ghosts. I did, however, find some beautiful new spots. 

Day 4: 
I got up early and headed out to a third spot that I’ve hunted before and been in elk. I hiked out to my spot and set up on this steep incline. I didn’t see or hear any elk; however, at one point, I turn my head and find a doe about 12 feet away from me. The deer can kind of tell something is amiss; however, it couldn’t tell what was up. It poked around for a bit, then took off when it finally walked into my scent. However, once again, if I were hunting doe up here, that would have been another excellent opportunity. Yet, as I sat there not seeing any elk and not seeing much sign, I started to think about the spot I hit in the very beginning. At this point, I have begun to reference it as Mt. Doom, and in the back of my mind, I know there are elk on Mt. Doom. So I decided I would head back to camp, eat a hearty breakfast, recharge my electronics, and then hike out to Mt. Doom for an afternoon/evening hunt with the idea that I would most likely be hiking out in the dark. However, with the knowledge of knowing that there are elk up there, I remembered something I had heard before: Don’t leave elk to find elk. So I did just that, I went back, ate, recharged, and then headed out to the trailhead around 1230 and started to “simply walk into Mordor.” 

I made it up to the top of Mt. Doom and set up. This time, even though it was the middle of the afternoon, I snuck in very aware of the wind direction and made my way to a good ambush spot. I was hopeful and yet a little apprehensive as I started running calculations in my head on how long it would take to haul an elk off that mountain by myself and what time I would get back to camp. Here’s a pro-tip, don’t do that. Just enjoy the moment. 

As I sat up there, it started to rain again. However, this time, I was ready and set up my poncho as a tarp and stayed dry. It rained for a good 30 minutes, then cleared up. However, no elk ever came by. On the one hand, I was bummed. On the other, I was happy that I went back up there and gave it another try, otherwise in the back of my mind, it would always be nagging me, telling me I should have hiked back up there because that’s where all the elk are. I still believe that spot is one of the better spots I’ve ever found, but I’ve also been in elk in other spots too. 
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I timber-stalked my way out of the area, never coming across anything other than some beautiful scenery and a cool paw print. I think it could be a bobcat or young cougar.  

By the time I got back to camp, I was so beat and tired it was ridiculous.

Day 5:
I woke up still very sore and fatigued to the point that I decided to take the morning off. Some may call this dumb and a missed opportunity. Quite frankly, I don’t care what others think. That extra rest really helped and let me go hard that evening. Plus, it wasn’t all for not. I may not have hunted, but I definitely gathered.
Whenever I come up, I always keep an eye out for chokecherries. I know where some bushes are, and this year, they were plentiful and ripe. So I gathered a bunch up to take back to my mother-in-law because she turns it into some amazing chokecherry syrup and jam.

In the afternoon, I headed out to a spot I had e-scouted that looked promising. I hadn’t yet been there in person, so I was going in blind.

This new spot wasn’t nearly as far in the backcountry as Mt. Doom. However, that being said, I found lots of sign. Tons of tracks, scat (it was a little older), and lots of good cover, water, and food for elk. It was a good spot. Yet, I still didn’t come across any of the elusive timber ghosts.
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That concluded the hunt. Some close calls with deer and elk. I mean, other than actually harvesting one, you can’t ask for a better hunt. I’ll be back up on the mountain in mid-September. Hopefully then I can seal the deal and bring home some elk meat. 

I recently watched, The Empty Man, and I have some thoughts. First off, the trailer is a little misleading. It makes the movie look like one of those urban legends, supernatural killer-type movies. In a way, that’s not wrong; however, this movie is so much more than just that trope. This movie solidly falls into cosmic horror.
I’ll first give you some general, non-spoiler-filled thoughts. Then I’ll move into a spoiler-filled section where we can discuss some of the finer points of the film.

The film was released in 2020, and somehow, I missed it. I’m guessing it got lost in the pandemic craziness or something similar. The film was directed by David Prior and starred many folks I wasn’t familiar with other than Stephen Root, who has a very small part in the movie. However, everyone did a great job acting, and I have to say the production quality of this movie was excellent.
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The official synopsis is:
On the trail of a missing girl, an ex-cop comes across a secretive group attempting to summon a terrifying supernatural entity.

​Simple enough, right? And yes, that is pretty much the gist of it. However, the longer the movie plays, the more complex this story gets, and let me tell you, this movie goes on for a long time. The run time is two hours and seventeen minutes, which is a long time for a horror film. About twenty minutes of this film is in the prologue, which runs for almost twenty minutes and follows a group of hikers in Bhutan that come across a monstrous-looking skeleton nestled in a crevasse. 

After that, we meet the main character, James Lasombra, played by James Badge Dale. Right off the bat, they portray Lasombra as living alone, working at a security/lock shop, and dealing with some past trauma as he is shown taking anti-depressants, and you catch a snippet of memory/flashback of his wife and child in a car. You can guess what happens. I found the choice of character name interesting because, in Spanish, La sombra means “the shadow.” The Shadow knows… 
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The movie jumps in pretty quick with the mystery as the next-door neighbor girl ends up missing. The girl talked with the main character the day before, and given that Lasombra is an ex-cop, he decides to help out the mom (who the film teases has some sort of shady background with Lasombra anyway). Not to spoil anything, but his investigations lead him on a long, crazy journey that introduces him to the concept of the Empty Man. According to legend, if you blow on an empty bottle on a bridge and think about the Empty Man, he’ll show up in three days. His investigation leads him through a lot of weird twists and turns, ending with some dark discoveries.
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Overall, The Empty Man is a good flick. I love the cosmic horror aspect of it and even some revelations (more on that in the spoiler section). However, I think the film is a bit long, plus it is misleading with what the trailer portrays the movie to be with what it ends up being. In other words, the film has a bit of identity crisis and leaves a lot of questions at the end. For that reason, I give this movie a 4/5 instead of 5/5.
 
Now, for the spoilers. Leave now if you don’t want to know. 

The movie starts out with the four friends hiking in Bhutan, as I mentioned above. This takes place like 20+ years before the main story. One of the hikers hears something like a hollow whistling (i.e., blowing into a bottle), and as he tracks the source, he falls into a crevasse. One of the other hikers goes down to help his buddy but finds him sitting cross-legged in front of some crazy-looking skeleton that is more monster than human. He is in a state of shock and unresponsive. They get him out of the crevasse and begin to haul him down the mountain, but a storm causes the hikers to seek shelter in a nearby cabin they find. While at the cabin, one of the hikers begins to see things in the storm (a massive figure in flowing, tattered, black robes). At one point, they can’t find the unresponsive hiker but see his tracks leading down to a huge footbridge that spans across a canyon. The hiker, who was seeing things, produces a knife and kills the other two before jumping off the cliff, leaving the unresponsive hiker sitting at the bridge.

So, during Lasombra’s investigation, he ends up finding not only did the neighbor-girl go missing but all of her friends as well. All of the friends he can investigate has ties to a place called the Pontifex Institute. When Lasombra shows up there, he finds the institute is basically a cult trying to communicate with entities from other dimensions, one of which is the Empty Man. He also discovers the institute believes they can summon or manifest things into reality by concentrating hard enough. These manifestations are called, Tulpas. (Some believe Tulpas are real…you can look it up if you like).

During his investigation, we get more of the cosmic horror angle coming from his discoveries. He eventually ends up at a hospital where there is a man in a vegetative state. Members of the institute “worship” this comatose man, and Lasombra finds out the man has been in a coma for 23 years and moved around from facility to facility. Of course, this man is the hiker from Bhutan.

Lasombra eventually finds the missing neighbor girl with the man in the hospital. She reveals that Lasombra is a Tulpa, created three days ago to be a vessel for the Empty Man since the hiker’s body is falling to the strain of holding the Empty Man now. Of course, Lasombra thinks it’s bullshit, but the girl can tell him all the essential details of his past, and when he calls the girl’s mother, she acts like she’s never heard of Lasombra. Lasombra returns home and finds it is empty, void of all belongings and furniture.
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Now going off the deep end, Lasombra gets a gun and heads back to the institute. While there, he runs into the Empty Man, who basically enters Lasombra’s body. During this scene, the Empty Man takes on a different form from what we’ve seen so far. He looks surprisingly a lot like H.P. Lovecraft’s Nyarlathotep, which I found was a neat nod. 

After this happens, Lasombra returns to the hospital and kills the hiker. When he steps out into the reception area, all the hospital workers stop what they are doing and stare at him. Then as one, they drop to their knees and worship Lasombra as the vessel for the Empty Man.
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So… my biggest issue with the film is at this point. If Lasombra is a Tulpa like neighbor girl says, how do we see him interacting with the mom in earlier scenes? How do we see him living in his home full of his possessions? What about his place of work? Were all of those hallucinations? It doesn’t make sense to me. But, that being said, it was still a good movie, and I enjoyed it. 

I recently watched a film called, The Dark and the Wicked. It came out in 2020, directed by Bryan Bertino. Here’s the official synopsis:

On a secluded farm in a nondescript rural town, a man is slowly dying. His family gathers to mourn, and soon a darkness grows, marked by waking nightmares and a growing sense that something evil is taking over the family.
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The premise sounded interesting, and the trailer looked creepy.

After watching it, I have some thoughts. First off, yeah, it’s creepy. It nails slow-burn dread and tension to the point where there are spots in the movie where you know something will happen, and it has you squirming in your seat. There’s a particular scene where the mother is cutting carrots with a big knife, and we know from the trailer that she loses fingers. So the whole time, you’re just waiting for it to happen, and goodness gracious, they take their time with it, but in a good way.

I’m not going to get into spoilers for this film, but there really isn’t much to spoil. I liked the setting, the atmosphere, and the acting was well done by everyone in it.

This story is definitely steeped in the supernatural. We never get a concrete answer to what’s going on, but they infer some things and leave it up to you. 

By no means was the film perfect. For one, I felt like they could have developed the plot a bit more and some of the characters. I never really cared about any of them much. Instead, the characters are thrust into this situation and reacting to all the horrible things going on. Otherwise, I enjoyed this film.
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I give it a 4/5. If you like creeping dread, then give it a watch. 

Since I wrote my last post, I have been so freaking busy! Sometimes I wonder if I've stretched myself too thin. For example. In November, I participated (and won) National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write 50k words in the month of November. I did it. I've only successfully completed NaNoWriMo once before. This time I around, I spread my focus around writing on six different projects. I finished five of them. December was dedicated to editing all that mush into something readable. Aside from those stories, I have also ghostwritten a story and an article, started ghostwriting another story, edited another person's novel, edited three children's books, started an etsy shop, and also started a small press. All of this while taking care of my kids, exercising, and practicing the banjo. Oh! I also helped set up and run a Kickstarter project, started mentoring another HWA member, and also run my local HWA chapter.

You might be thinking, whoa, that's a lot of stuff! And you are correct. Sometimes it's overwhelming. Other times the stars align and I can manage to get it all taken care of no problem. But when doing things like this, something has to give, and so far, that something has been my own horror writing. I've written a few pieces under two different pen names, plus the two ghostwriting gigs, but when it comes down to it, my own, C.R. Langille stories have suffered. I'm currently working on a novella that should have been completed a long time ago, plus I'm sitting on a grimdark fantasy that is 75% drafted. I plan on finishing both of them up this year and releasing them, and hopefully even writing my next novel that is a creature-feature that's a mix between Cabin in the Woods and Alone. 

Anyway, what am I getting at with all this? Oh yes, I'm busy. But so far it's a good busy. When it starts to become a hassle, then I will reevaluate my priorities and something will have to drop. Maybe I'll take on less ghostwriting gigs? Maybe I'll slow down on the pen names and focus on my own stuff? Who knows. What I do know, and what I'm trying to get across, is know your limits, or you'll burn so hot you'll flame out and lose your drive. 

Keep on, keeping on. What are you all working on these days? 

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Holy crap! This audiobook has been in the works for most of this year. It took months of coordination, auditions, production, and quality control. I was afraid it wasn't going to make in time for Halloween, but I was pleasantly surprised by the audiobook fairies. 

I've talked about this collection a number of times, and it represents a slice of my publishing career. Each of the stories within were previously published in various anthologies and magazines. Once I had the rights back, I decided to slap them together into my own collection of tales. I talk about the background of each story within, letting you know where it was first published, and some things surrounding the creation of the story. 

This audiobook is narrated by the talented Kris DeCarle, and I have to say, I am super impressed with her ability to spin a yarn. I've included a few of links below. One is if you want to join Audible. If you join you can get the audiobook for free. The second link, takes you to the Amazon page where you can either purchase the book (in electronic or physical form) or the audiobook. I included a third link into the mix. If you want to purchase a signed copy of the book, you can get that direct from me for $5 plus shipping. 

​The storm rages on, leaving death and destruction in its path. With the chaos comes strange tidings and wicked ordeals.

From C.R. Langille, author of the Dark Tyrant Series comes a collection of weird and horrifying stories spanning all across history: the Spanish Conquest; the Old West; present day; and even a desolate, apocalyptic future.

Haunted hotel rooms, mysterious, mind-bending spots, infernal cargo, and misplaced wishes abound in this collection.

Stories Included:
The Spot
Brine & Blood
The Deep Well
All Aboard
Damned
The Scratch
Horishi Tom

Only one thing is certain when the storm passes by--nothing will ever be the same again.

Want a signed copy? It's only $5 plus shipping.

There are good horror books out there, there are bad horror books out there, then there are books that I read that will stick with me for some time. We Need to Do Something by Max Booth III is one of those books.
In short, the book is about a family that is going through some serious marital trouble right at the same time that a tornado warning is issued and they have to hole up in a tiny bathroom together. Just the setup alone is tense! Throw in some odd weirdness, and this book doesn’t just crawl under your skin, it rips it off and wears it like a formal tuxedo.

While not similar in story, this novella gave me the same feeling and emotion as Penpal by Dathan Auerbach, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay, and The Merciless by Danielle Vega. We Need to Do Something evokes a sense of dread much like those other books. Plus, while not spoiling it in the least, the ending was somewhat ambiguous, leaving it up to you, the reader, to figure what you think really happened. I love those endings. 

The novella is short, so Booth wastes no time jumping right in. I was also very impressed that he was able to get us connected and invested with the characters so quickly.

Do yourself a favor, read this book! Do it now. And remember, it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. 

 

Warning, spoilers abound! 

I want to talk about the ending of this book. On the outside, we have a family trapped in their bathroom because a tree fell through the house and is blocking the door due to a tornado. No implausible in the slightest. Even the fact that they are trapped in there for days is not outside the realm of possibilities if the tornado was big enough. 

However, there is a sub-plot dealing with the POV character and her friend/love-interest, Amy. The two conducted a ritual that could have caused the craziness. One could dismiss it as nonsense and coincidence, or you could choose to believe that the two girls did, in fact, cause the apocalyptic destruction. These are the kind of endings that I love. The kind that make you think and wonder, and ultimately leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide what's going on. 

Near the end, the POV character is seeing all sorts of horrifying images. However, she's drugged and can't be trusted. So did she really see her friend appear with all the black tentacles controlling her body? Or was it part of her drug-fueled stupor? Her mother escaped the bathroom and came back frightened and rattled, but who knows what she saw, not to mention the mother is under A LOT of stress and isn't in her right mind either. 

Hands down, the most brutal aspect of this book is when the little brother dies from the rattlesnake bite. When the book started, I had an inkling that he was going to die. When the snake shows up, it only cements what is to come. However, it didn't make it any easier to read or experience. My hat's off to Max Booth III, he executed that scene perfectly. 

​Anyway, read this book. Seriously. 

​I recently watched, You Should Have Left, starring, Kevin Bacon and Amanda Seyfried. Here’s the short synopsis according to IMDB: A former banker, his actress wife, and their spirited daughter book a vacation at an isolated modern home in the Welsh countryside where nothing is quite as it seems. In a nutshell, yes. However, the story itself is a little more complex. The synopsis fails to mention that the banker (Bacon) was acquitted of murder charges back in the day for the death of his previous wife and that the actress (Seyfried) is very busy with movie shoots and always has her nose buried in her cellphone. She has film shoots scheduled for London, so the entire family decides to go together so they can spend more time with one another and end up renting a large house in the Welsh countryside. 

It’s a simple setup and we don’t really need much more than that. Early on we see Bacon’s character struggling with anger issues and confidence issues that stem from the age difference between Bacon and Seyfried. Even during the trailer, my wife was making comments on the age gap (it’s almost double, Seyfried being 34 and Bacon being 61). However, they address the gap in the movie and it is a source of contention. The other source, of course, being Bacon’s past with his wife. Even though he was acquitted of the charges and found innocent, everyone seems to believe he killed his wife (she drowned in the bathtub after overdosing on too many pills).

The other major player in this movie, is the daughter, played by Avery Tillu Essex, and I have to say, she was probably the best actor in this whole production. She’s nine years old, but in the movie, she plays a six-year-old. She nailed it! Wonderfully done!
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Once they get to the house in Wales is when the creepiness gets cranked up. Not to spoil anything, but the crew did an outstanding job with some subtle horror using the background in this film. Ever since watching the movie, Insidious, I have always kept an eye on the background of horror movies. This one didn’t disappoint.
The movie doesn’t waste any time ramping up the horror and creepiness and Bacon begins to descend further and further into his own paranoia, madness, and rage. While there wasn’t anything super original with this movie, I still found it enjoyable and would recommend it to fans of haunted houses or weird horror. Overall, I give the film a 4/5.
 
Now, on to the spoilery section of goodness. 

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So where this movie excels is in the details. The house itself plays an important role. We find out later that supposedly the devil built it to collect souls, and that over years it has taken on different forms. The devil builds it, God destroys it, and the devil builds it over. The house itself is bigger on the inside than the outside, and it can shift its layout at will. This becomes quite disconcerting for the characters when the house decides to trap one or more of them.

We also find out that the house reached out to Bacon’s character. In a nutshell, it emailed itself to them as available for rent and Bacon assumed that his wife wanted it and vice versa. Once it got him, he couldn’t leave.
At one point, Bacon finds out that his wife has been having an affair and has a second phone. He gets angry and kicks her out of the house. That’s when the spectral shit hits the fan. Things get crazy, it takes his daughter and tries to trick him. He eventually gets her back and they take off on foot for the nearby town four miles down the road. However, the road leads them right back to the house (as haunted roads and houses do). Fast-forward a bit, and we find out that Bacon killed his wife and the devil has him and tells him he’s not getting out, but he can let his daughter go if he wants, or she can stay with him for eternity.

The next morning the wife comes back and he loads the daughter up and confesses. After that, he returns to the house to face his punishment.

The movie plays on the shifting floorplan quite well, and also plays with time-shifts. I loved how they portrayed the first time shift as it’s the first night in the house. Bacon leaves his wife upstairs to go turn off all the lights and we get a shot of the camera. He walks all through the house and is kind of amazed at how the doors keep leading to other spots and how big the place is. He ends up finding the laundry room with a creepy polaroid pic on the wall of a shadowy figure. By the time he gets back upstairs, for him it only felt like 10 minutes, but the next shot of the clock shows it was five hours.

Anyway, watch the movie, let me know what you thought. As I mentioned above, the concept isn’t new or original, but I think they did a great job with this one.