Meghan: Hi, Kevin! Happy early Halloween! Thanks for stopping by today. What is your favorite part of Halloween?

Kevin: Definitely the atmosphere. There’s something about September and October that I adore. The changing in the seasons and the leaves. The pleasant crisp air. I watch and read horror year round, of course (and write it!), but during the Halloween season, mystery hangs in the air. I know that sounds terribly dramatic, like I’m trying to channel Ray Bradbury, or something. Even so, it’s true. You feel like a kid again, when anything is possible.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween tradition?

Kevin: As a family, we always go and get pumpkins for Jack o’ Lanterns, and then cider and donuts at our favorite cider place, a few weeks before Halloween. I always read something Halloween-oriented on the the way.

For the past five years, my daughter and I checked out Spirit Halloween soon as it opens, and take silly pictures in front of the all the animotronics.

Last year, I started my own Halloween-movie-marathon September 1st. Doing it again this year.

My pastor and guys from my church (you read that right!) have been going to Reaper’s Revenge, the past few years, in Pennsylvania. It’s absolutely astounding. The size of the exhibits, the pageantry of it all, the communal sense of being startled with friends. Even after going several times and “knowing” what to expect, it’s an absolute thrill.

And of course, Trick-or-Treating as a family! I love seeing some of the displays folks put up.

Meghan: If Halloween is your favorite holiday (or even second favorite holiday), why?

Kevin: Pretty much for the reasons I listed above. When you’re out Trick-or-Treating, that night seems like it could go on forever. It’s slightly chilly but comfortable, maybe there’s a mist rolling around the streets, and everyone has dressed up as their favorite things, or their favorite scary things. There’s also a communal sense in the town we Trick-or-Treat in; everyone’s walking the sidewalks to and fro, and it’s quite a to-do.

Meghan: What are you superstitious about?

Kevin: Nothing much, really. Sorry, it’s a boring answer, I know. Although, I’m STILL a little nervous about open closets at night…

Meghan: What/who is your favorite horror monster or villain?

Kevin: I think it’s a toss-up between Pennywise (from King‘s novel It, though both cinematic renditions are pretty powerful), and honestly, Michael Myers of the Halloween franchise. In the novel It, Pennywise knows exactly what haunts us and hurts us the most, and knows how to use that with surgical precision, and his very presence brings out the worst in us. Michael Myers is an unrelenting force of nature, for some reason, far more imposing than Freddy Krueger or Jason Vorhees.

Meghan: Which unsolved murder fascinates you the most?

Kevin: To be honest, I’m not much interested in these, so I don’t really have one.

Meghan: Which urban legend scares you the most?

Kevin: Well, I can tell you this: I’ve never, ever, been tempted to say “Bloody Mary” three times in a mirror. And I can pretty much guarantee I’m never going to touch a Ouija board, ever.

The one about the truck shining high beams into the back of your car – either because they’re stalking you, or trying to warn you about the killer in your beak seat – is also pretty impactful.

Meghan: Who is your favorite serial killer and why?

Kevin: Again, this isn’t really an area of interest for me.

Meghan: How old were you when you saw your first horror movie? How old were you when you read your first horror book?

Kevin: I saw my first horror movie completely by accident, and for the longest time, I couldn’t remember the title, just images. I was at my Uncle’s, flipping through channels, and I came across the movie involving mannequins, in which some guy gets impaled by a pipe, and the blood comes trickling out of the pipe. That image stayed with me, for some reason. The idea this guy’s blood was gushing out of a pipe in his gut. Also, the ending was disturbing, (I’ll avoid spoilers), because it called into question my perception of what was happening in the movie, and my perception of simply being alive and volitional. Years later, I realized the movie was Tourist Trap, starring Chuck Conners.

Not counting the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series, I came to horror late. I didn’t read my first horror novel until I was twenty-one. It was Desperation, by Stephen King. I was astounded at its depth. How it pondered the meaning of good and evil, on both a human and spiritual level. It pushed me over the edge into become a horror and a Stephen King fan.

Meghan: Which horror novel unsettled you the most?

Kevin: In Silent Graves, by Gary Braunbeck. I’ll still never forget my experience reading that. It’s about a man who loses his wife and his unborn child in a terrible circumstance, and the nightmarish horror he’s pulled into. My wife was away at the time while I read it, and her absence was exacerbated by this story.

Meghan: Which horror movie scarred you for life?

Kevin: Believe it or not, most horror movies don’t scare me, in the whole sense. I can tell you movies which made me profoundly uncomfortable, however. One of them was 8 Millimeter, staring Nicolas Cage. Maybe it’s not considered a “horror” film, but its deep-dive into the dark underbelly of the porn industry is truly horrific. And I felt like a strung piano-wire all through Sinister.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween costume?

Kevin: Believe it or not, I don’t really have one. I think my enjoyment has always been the creativity of OTHERS, and their costumes, really.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween-themed song?

I’m not sure if I have one, but I can tell you during the Halloween season I have the Halloween and Phantasm theme songs running through my head all the time.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween candy or treat? What is your most disappointing?

Kevin: Hershey Kisses! Disappointing: Candy corn. Ugh.

Meghan: This was great, Kevin! Before you go, what are your top Halloween books and movies?


Dark Harvest, by Norman Partridge
Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury
October, by Al Sarrantonio
Usher’s Passing, by Robert McCammon
The Halloween Tree, by Ray Bradbury
The Narrows, by Ronald Malfi (although this more takes place during October, rather than being explicitly a “Halloween” novel)


List #1
Tales of Halloween
Fright Night
Trick ‘r Treat
The Witching Season
Night of the Demons
From a Whisper to a Scream

List #2
Halloween (Rob Zombie edition)
Halloween III
Halloween 2018
Dark Night of the Scarecrow

If you’re interested, I briefly discussed these movies last year on our Youtube Channel:

Kevin Lucia’s short fiction has appeared in several anthologies, most recently with Neil Gaiman, Clive Barker, Bentley Little, Peter Straub, and Robert McCammon.

His first short story collection, Things Slip Through, was published November 2013, followed by Devourer of Souls in June 2014, Through A Mirror, Darkly, June 2015, and and his second short story collection, Things You Need, September 2018. His novella, Mystery Road, was published by Cemetery Dance Publications in 2017.

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October Nights
Halloween is a night when anything seems possible.

This is true everywhere, but nowhere more so than in the small town of Clifton Heights. October nights here are long and strange, filled with both dread and transformation, and in these four shared-world tales of small-town Halloween horror, you’ll encounter things both wondrous and terrifying, in equal measure:

-A priest hears a ghostly confession on Halloween night which will mark him forever.
-A young man is offered a supernatural chance to remake his fortune, at the risk of losing everything.
-A pastor fleeing the death of his daughter comes to Clifton Heights to face his fears, but finds himself living a nightmare instead.
-Two people with supernatural talents face-off with an engine of darkness and pain on Halloween night.

Four connected Halloween tales, evoking echoes of Ray Bradbury and Charles L. Grant, taking place in a town where every day is All Hallow’s Eve. Spend the Halloween season in Clifton Heights… if you dare.

Halloween Extravaganza: Jeffrey J. Mariotte: October



The time of year when people’s thoughts turn to ghosts and goblins, witches and vampires, zombies and werewolves, and—scariest of all—”Sexy Mr. Rogers” costumes. Seriously. If you haven’t seen it, don’t Google it, because then you’ll never be able to unsee it.

Some people’s thoughts turn toward those things in October, anyway.

But some of us think about those things all year long. I’m one of them. October’s just when everybody else is on the same wavelength.

See, I’m a writer. I don’t necessarily call myself a horror writer, because I’ve written a whole lot of books. Many are horror, but others are thrillers, mysteries, westerns, superhero novels… you name it, I’ve probably done it.

Since May of this year, I’ve had six books published, all of them horror, but not one of them about vampires, zombies, werewolves, or ghosts. One—Year of the Wicked—is about witches. Season of the Wolf is about big, scary wolves, but not werewolves. The Slab, Missing White Girl, River Runs Red, and Cold Black Hearts are about ancient world-building and world-destroying gods, demons, sorcerers, dark magic, psychic experimentation—and also people: real people in a real world who are affected by these phenomena.

Over the course of my career, I have written about vampires, and zombies, and the like, but I prefer to make up my own terrors rather than rely on the traditional ones. And I’ve written a time or two about ghosts. But the truth is, as much as I love a good ghost story, they’re hard for me to write about. Maybe that’s because of all those supernatural entities, I’ve had personal experience with only one of them.


Or have I? All these years later, I’m not entirely convinced. But I’m not not convinced, either—and that, I think, is important.

Here’s what happened. In the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, my family moved from Virginia to Germany. My father worked for the Department of Defense, and he’d loved Europe since World War II, so when he was offered a posting there, he took it.

We lived in a hotel for the first couple of weeks, while my parents looked for a home in the city. Then a coworker of my father’s had to go back to the U.S. for a few months, so offered us his house to stay in while we hunted for a permanent place. We took it, but it had only two bedrooms. My parents got one, my little sister the other. There was a large, furnished, one-room basement, and that was where I would sleep.

Or that was the theory, anyway.

My first night there, I didn’t sleep. At all.

I couldn’t.

Remember, I’d been in Germany for weeks at this point. And I’d lived in Europe before. I wasn’t suffering from jet lag, or nervous excitement, or anything like that. I’d been sleeping fine in the hotel.

But in that basement, I couldn’t. I felt scared, anxious, upset.

I felt like I wasn’t alone, but I couldn’t see who was in there with me.

I lay awake. I wandered around, checking out the bookshelves. I lay down again, tried to sleep, couldn’t. I had never felt so uncomfortable being in a room, or anyplace, in my life, and haven’t since.

For the rest of our time in that house, I slept on a couch upstairs, in the living room.

Remember, I was a teenage boy. Privacy was important. The couch was too short, and by being in the living room, my sleep was disturbed anytime somebody else in the family wanted to use it. It sucked.

But it was better than that basement. I couldn’t go back down there.

It wasn’t until decades later—long after I’d left for college in California, then stayed, and my parents had retired and moved, with my sister, to South Carolina—that my mother told me the story. In that city, she’d learned, there had only been one murder in nearly a hundred years.

It happened in that basement.

Locals avoided that house, which is why it was rented to Americans stationed there temporarily. Its owners wouldn’t live in it, nobody who knew its history would rent it.

Was it a ghost? I never saw anything down there. Never felt like it was trying to communicate with me, or to harm me. But it was a presence, nonetheless. A psychic memory, for want of a better description. There was nothing there, but…there was something there. And whatever it was, or wasn’t, it disturbed the hell out of me.

I’ve never had any other ghostly experiences, before or since. I’ve stayed in “haunted hotels,” and nada, even though there are dozens or hundreds of recorded stories about sometimes terrifying encounters in them. In one hotel, a close friend felt like there was a presence lying on top of her, bearing down on her with weight far beyond what its size would suggest, smashing her into the mattress. She only stayed the one night, and wouldn’t go back.

I’ve stayed there several nights, on many different occasions, and visited the place more than that, eaten in its restaurant, enjoyed cultural events, even signed books there. Nothing.

Another friend, in a different haunted hotel, was knocked flat by something that grabbed her legs and tried to drag her under the bed. Others witnessed the attack and caught her, pulling her out.

And just a couple of weeks ago, my wife, the fantastic author and poet Marsheila Rockwell, had cervical spine surgery. Part of the procedure involved having bone from a cadaver inserted into her spine, where the discs between the vertebrae were gone. After the surgery, she was sent to a facility—not a hospital, but a place that functions as both rehab and hospice—for overnight observation, to make sure there were no ill effects from the procedure. I slept beside her bed in an uncomfortable pull-out bed. At one point during the night, she woke up with a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder. She could hear me sleeping in the pull-out, so she knew it wasn’t me. A nurse, then? She took off the thin sweater she’d put over her eyes, to block out the light, and nobody was there. The hand was gone. But she’d felt it, even after awakening.

Was that a ghost? Whose? We were in a facility where people go to die. And she had the bones of a dead person in her neck. Given that the hand felt like a nurse’s—so comforting, not jarring, not an attack—I like to think it was someone telling her not to worry, the surgery was successful, she’ll be fine.

So, yeah, October. Ghosts and goblins, and so on.

Except goblins, I’m pretty sure, aren’t real.

Jeffrey J. Mariotte has written more than seventy books, including original supernatural thrillers River Runs Red, Missing White Girl, and Cold Black Hearts, horror epic The Slab, and the Stoker Award-nominated teen horror quartet Dark Vengeance. Other works include the acclaimed thrillers Empty Rooms and The Devil’s Bait, and—with his wife and writing partner Marsheila (Marcy) Rockwell—the science fiction thriller 7 SYKOS and Mafia III: Plain of Jars, the authorized prequel to the hit video game, as well as numerous shorter works. He has also written novels set in the worlds of Star Trek, CSI, NCIS, Narcos, Deadlands, 30 Days of Night, Spider-Man, Conan, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, and more. Two of his novels have won Scribe Awards for Best Original Novel, presented by the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

He is also the author of many comic books and graphic novels, including the original Western series Desperadoes, some of which have been nominated for Stoker and International Horror Guild Awards. Other comics work includes the horror series Fade to Black, action-adventure series Garrison, and the original graphic novel Zombie Cop.

He is a member of the International Thriller Writers, Sisters in Crime, the Western Writers of America, Western Fictioneers, and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers. He has worked in virtually every aspect of the book businesses, as a bookseller, VP of Marketing for Image Comics/WildStorm, Senior Editor for DC Comics/WildStorm, and the first Editor-in-Chief for IDW Publishing. When he’s not writing, reading, or editing something, he’s probably out enjoying the desert landscape around the Arizona home he shares with his family and dog and cats. Find him online at his website, Facebook, and Twitter.

Cold Black Hearts

A murder investigation brings former police detective Annie O’Brien in contact with the supernatural forces that destroyed the town of New Dominion nearly 100 years earlier.

Missing White Girl

A bestselling Young Adult author takes an adult turn. 

Bram Stoker Award-nominated author Jeffrey Mariotte delivers a novel of heartstopping horror. When a girl is kidnapped and her family murdered, Sheriff’s Lieutenant Buck Shelton is drawn into a bloody supernatural showdown between good and evil-with an innocent girl.

River Runs Red

A new novel of gripping terror from the author of Missing White Girl.

Within the caves of a small Texas town lies a pool of strange, luminescent water. Twenty years ago, three teenagers were inhabited by a malevolent force living in the caves. Now, they’ve returned to the site as combatants in a supernatural war that flows through the raging currents of the world’s rivers.

Season of the Wolf

When Alex Converse, heir to a coal company fortune, visits Silver Gap, Colorado to make an environmentally themed documentary film, he’s hoping to change some minds and to soothe his own troubled conscience. But there’s more going on—in his mind, and in Silver Gap—than Alex knows. People are dying and women are disappearing. Some of the killers have fur, fangs, and claws—but some don’t. What is Alex’s connection to the missing women? Will anyone live long enough to find out? And what’s up with those wolves?

Season of the Wolf is a heart-stopping supernatural thriller about climate change, the human capacity for evil, and the epic struggle between a small town’s citizens and impossible creatures from the dawn of history.

The Slab

Three veterans of different wars, their lives once saved by magic, find themselves brought together in one of the most strange, remote, and cruel parts of the California desert. As serial killers ply their deadly trade, a young woman, abducted and endangered, seeks her own brand of justice for those who threatened her, and an ancient evil sprouts from beneath desert sands, these three war veterans must learn to embrace the terrifying bond they share. Written in powerful prose as dry and dangerous as its desert setting, The Slab, for all its horrors, is ultimately an epic tale of hope and redemption.

Year of the Wicked: Witch Season 1-4: Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring

In the tradition of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Riverdale, this magical bind-up includes all four novels in the Witch Season series filled with spellbinding romance, revenge, and of course, witches!

A witches’ war is brewing…

And it’s coming straight towards Kerry and her friends at their summertime home. Along with it is Daniel Blessing. Mysterious, charismatic, and handsome Daniel is on the run from a powerful witch named Season.

Kerry and her friends don’t believe in witches and spells, but Kerry can’t help believing in Daniel… and falling for him.

But falling for Daniel pulls Kerry into a feud his family has been waging for generations. A dark feud of passion, magic, and revenge. Suddenly it becomes clear that Season isn’t after just Daniel, she wants Kerry and her friends dead too. Because, though Kerry doesn’t know it yet, she might just be the only one with the power to uncover the truth—and end the witches’ war once and for all.