“Take it off the third channel… the third channel!... it’s still running… stop it, please… for God’s sake… please stop it… there’s no more time… you’ve got this---…. please, stop it… stop it now… turn it off… stop it… stop it…. STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT…. STOOOOP IIIITTTTT!!!!!!!”
Dr Daniel Challis, HALLOWEEN III – SEASON OF THE WITCH
Fiction is a funny business. In this world where we are at the mercy of so many different external forces, any sense of control that we think we may have over our own lives is all pretty much an elaborate illusion. In fact, one of the only things that we can truly take charge of is the feelings and emotional responses we have towards all the chaotic variables that end up shaping our existence. Writing stories is therapeutic in the sense that it allows an individual to create people, a world or situations and then exercise a God-like power over them as you choose exactly what occurs within their narrative. All of this leaves me wondering, just who the fuck is it that’s writing this story we all currently find ourselves playing a role in? And when are they going to just give everybody a fucking break????
On a lighter note, since Halloween is upon the horizon, I am grooving on down to John Carpenter and Alan Howarth’s soundtrack to HALLOWEEN III SEASON OF THE WITCH. Top-notch spooky retro synth vibes. Check it out (the film is also a much under-rated stone-cold cult classic!) Carpenter’s soundtrack to THE FOG is also worth a spin. Since I consider myself a writer who is firmly rooted in the horror genre, let’s celebrate this season of the spook in style. I aim to present a freaky tale every night of the week, running all the way up to Halloween itself. To kick it off, let’s start with this…
LIMINALITY BY STEVEN HOLDING.
The journey to this point hadn’t been smooth; that he’d undertook such a route yet another example of his dedication to paths less travelled by.
A crossroads, both figurative and literal, was where he now stood, patiently waiting to meet his destiny.
Checking the hour, he glanced in both directions, wondering what choice he’d make when the time finally came.
The tap upon his shoulder, although unexpected, wasn’t a complete surprise. He slowly turned. A handsome face before him offered a grin and an outstretched hand.
“I hoped you’d be here,” whispered the stranger, “I’ve something for sale… if you’re interested”
For further creepy activity, feel free to check out my story THE WAKE, published last week in the Trembling With Fear online fiction magazine over at The Horror Tree website. Tune in tomorrow for another helping of weirdness!
“Don’t forget to wear you masks, the clock is ticking, it’s almost time!”
Silver Shamrock Advert, HALLOWEEN III – SEASON OF THE WITCH