#NGHW Runners Up in Audiodrama Challenge

These are the top two runners-up for the Audiodrama Challenge

2nd Place

CONSUMPTION BY JONATHAN FORTIN

SFX: OFFICE BACKGROUND NOISE—PHONES RINGING, PAPERS SHUFFLING, ETC.

AMY: …No, sir, this isn’t the phone number you want for that. You want—I’m sorry, sir, I know it’s very frustrating. I want to help you, but the phone number you want is—OK, fine, hang up.

DORI: Another irate customer?

AMY: Yeah, nothing but angry people all day. Is it always like this?

DORI: Not always. Don’t worry, Amy. You’ll get used to it. You’ll be part of the team sooner than you think!

SFX: PHONE RINGS.

AMY: Hello?

SFX: STATIC HUMMING FROM THE PHONE, FOLLOWED BY A STRANGE GROWLING NOISE.

AMY: Anyone there?

VOICE ON PHONE: We can smell you.

AMY: What?

SFX: CLICK. LINE GOES DEAD.

DORI: Are you all right?

AMY: (NERVOUS) Fine…I’m fine.

SFX: FOOTSTEPS IN AN EMPTY STREET. AMY IS WALKING HOME NOW. IT’S A QUIET NIGHT AND EVERY NOISE SEEMS ESPECIALLY LOUD.

AMY: (MUTTERING TO HERSELF) No need to get worked up, Amy. It was just a weird phone call. Aaaand now of course I’m in a deserted street, but no need to get worked up about that either. You always walk home this way. You’ve never been mugged before and you probably won’t be now.

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: …Yeah, not going to answer that.

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: Really hope this isn’t an important call from work though…

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: Augh, fine! Hello?

SFX: STATIC HUM. THEN A CREEPY CLICKING, THROBBING, WRIGGLING NOISE APPEARS, FOLLOWED BY THE SAME DISTORTED GROWL AS BEFORE.

VOICE ON PHONE: We can hear you.

AMY: (NERVOUS) Who is this?

SFX: LINE GOES DEAD. THEN RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

AMY: (PANTS AS SHE RUNS)

SFX: DOOR SLAMS.

AMY: (BREATHES HEAVILY IN RELIEF, HAVING JUST GOTTEN HOME)

BLAKE: Honey, are you all right?

AMY: I don’t want to talk about it. Is there any beer in the fridge?

BLAKE: Put some in an hour ago. Want me to order a pizza?

AMY: Do whatever you want, Blake.

BLAKE: Well…if you don’t want pizza, I could make something else.

AMY: (OVERWHELMED) Blake, I just don’t want to have to think about it, okay? (PAUSE) Sorry. Didn’t mean to snap at you. Today’s just been awful.

BLAKE: It’s okay. I know you’re having a hard time adjusting.

AMY: It’s not just that—though that doesn’t help. God, maybe it is that. Maybe I’m just going crazy.

BLAKE: Oh, honey, don’t say that. You’re not crazy.

AMY: I’ve only been at this office for two weeks and I already feel like I’m losing my mind. Waking up at six in the morning so I can be there at seven…having no energy when I get home…and the people there! It’s like they have no life outside that office. All they talk about is work. I’m the first one out the door, and I’m always the last one there, even though I get there early!

BLAKE: Nobody’s ever late?

AMY: Nobody! Maybe they fire them if they’re late even once. No pressure or anything.

BLAKE: I’m sorry. I wish we could live off of my waiting tips alone.

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

BLAKE: Honey, are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

AMY: (MORTIFIED) Blake…there’s someone out there.

BLAKE: What?

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: Look out the window…I just saw something move.

BLAKE: It’s too dark for me to see anything.

AMY: I can’t either, but I definitely just saw something move!

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: Oh, God, it must be whoever keeps calling me!

BLAKE: Amy, slow down! What’s going on?

AMY: I think I have a stalker.

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: Someone’s been calling my phone all day. And I think they’re outside right now, watching us.

BLAKE: Jesus, really? OK, don’t answer it. Just turn it off. We’ll call the police.

AMY: Do you really think they’ll listen?

BLAKE: It can’t hurt to try. And then I’ll order a pizza. We’ll even put pineapple on it, you heathen.

SFX: PHONE RUMBLES.

AMY: You know what? We need to end this.

BLAKE: Amy, wait—

SFX: CLICK. STATIC HUMMING.

AMY: Leave me alone, you creep. I’m calling the police.

VOICE ON PHONE: We can see you.

AMY: Can you see my middle finger?

SFX: LINE GOES DEAD.

AMY: Ugh…I sounded way more tough than I actually feel.

BLAKE: Well, I know I’d be scared if I was a stalker.

A PAUSE AS WE MOVE TO LATER, TO THE BEDROOM.

BLAKE: Okay, I’ve locked all the doors and closed all the blinds. Officer Dormer is standing outside. She’ll be keeping watch in case anyone comes, but in all likelihood her presence will be a deterrent in and of itself.

AMY: Blake…thank you. I still don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight, but thank you.

BLAKE: Is that a letter opener in your hand?

AMY: Just in case.

BLAKE: Amy, repeat after me: it’s going to be OK.

AMY: It’s going to be OK.

BLAKE: I’m going to go brush my teeth. I’ll just be in the bathroom. Try to get some sleep.

AMY: Heh…sleep…right.

SFX: SOFT FOOTSTEPS AS BLAKE LEAVES THE ROOM. BLANKETS SHIFT AS AMY TRIES TO SLEEP. SHE SIGHS.

AMY: Just…need to try to fall asleep. It’s going to be OK. It’s going to be OK…

SFX: A LOUD, SUDDEN STATIC ERUPTION IN THE ROOM.

VOICE: WE CAN TOUCH YOU.

AMY: (SCREAMS) Let go of me!

SFX: BREATH, SLITHERING, WRIGGLING WORMS, THROBBING, HISSING.

AMY: BLAKE! BLAKE, HELP!

SFX: DOOR SLAMS OPEN.

BLAKE: What the hell is that?!

AMY: I don’t know! I’m trying to slash it but it’s like cutting through air!

BLAKE: Amy, get away! It’s growing teeth!

VOICE: WE CAN TASTE YOU!

SFX: A WET CRUNCH.

AMY: (SCREAMS IN PAIN) MY ARM!

VOICE: (GIGGLES, CHEWS) Taste you…

AMY: For God’s sake, get it off me!

VOICE: (LICKING, SMACKING LIPS) Let us eat you…

BLAKE: It looks like it’s made of shadows…Amy, I have an idea!

VOICE: Join us…become one with us…each piece we eat will become more of us…

BLAKE: I’ve got my lighter. I’m gonna set it on fire!

AMY: Hurry!

SFX: FIRE BURNING.

VOICE: (SHRIEKS IN PAIN)

BLAKE: It’s burning!

AMY: Blake, watch out! It’s moving to you!

SFX: ANOTHER WET CRUNCH.

BLAKE: (LETS OUT A HOWL OF PAIN)

SFX: A LOUDER, MORE SUBSTANTIAL CRUNCH CUTS BLAKE’S SCREAM SHORT. HIS HEAD HAS BEEN CRUSHED IN.

AMY: (SCREAMING, HEARTBROKEN) BLAKE! NO!

OFFICER DORMER: Freeze!

SFX: GUNSHOTS.

VOICE: (LETS OUT ONE LOUD FINAL SHRIEK THAT FADES INTO SILENCE)

SFX: FOR A MOMENT, SILENCE. THEN: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. IT’S A HEART MONITOR. THE SOUND CONTINUES THROUGHOUT THIS FINAL SCENE.

AMY: (WAKING UP) Ugh…

OFFICER DORMER: How do you feel, Miss Sanchez?

AMY: Bad. How long have I been out?

DORMER: A few nights. After you passed out, I got you to the hospital. That…thing took your arm.

AMY: And Blake? Is he…?

DORMER: I’m sorry.

AMY: (SOBS QUIETLY)

DORMER: (NERVOUS) Miss Sanchez…there’s something else.

AMY: What is it? What do you have there?

DORMER: Well…I tried calling your work to tell them what happened. The line was disconnected, so I went over there to tell them in person. It was the strangest thing. The building…had burned down.

AMY: What?

DORMER: That’s not all. I dug through the rubble…and I found this.

SFX: UNWRAPPING OF CLOTH. AMY GASPS.

AMY: …Is that…?

BLAKE: Just bones. But it’s holding a letter opener.

AMY: Officer…that doesn’t make any sense. Why would my arm be in the ashes of that building?


3rd Place

TURN UP AND DIE BY HARRY HUSBANDS

SOUND: THE SOUND OF A BUSY BAR GOES ON IN THE BACKGROUND FOR THE ENTIRETY

NARRATOR: A woman sits alone in a brightly-lit bar. Her dress is torn and frames a gaping wound that bleeds on her left shoulder. She is sipping a beer. A man sits down opposite. The back of his head is open and red like a flower in bloom.

MALE: Can I, like, sit here?

FEMALE: (UNINTERESTED) Go for it…

MALE: Nice wound. What were you on today?

FEMALE: Psycho remake.

MALE: Really?

FEMALE: Yeah.

MALE: Nice. I love the original. My mom was gonna to be in it.

FEMALE: (INTERESTED) Yeah?

MALE: Yeah. She didn’t make the audition though… couldn’t bleed enough on the day.

FEMALE: I hear that. The thin-blooded always get the best roles. It’s total bullshit.

MALE: Yeah…

FEMALE: Anyway, what about you?

MALE: Oh, I don’t know. Like, some zombie thing.

FEMALE: I’m guessing machete?

MALE: Baseball bat, actually. What’s your name?

FEMALE: Female Victim Number 12.

MALE: I’m Male Victim Number 5.

FEMALE: Nice to meet you, Number 5.

MALE: And it’s been good to meet your name. I mean to meet you. It’s been… er… good.

FEMALE: (UNCOMFORTABLY) Thanks…

SILENCE: FOR A MOMENT

MALE: You still look good for it though.

FEMALE: Huh?

MALE: I said you still look good for it.

FEMALE: I don’t…

MALE: The wound.

FEMALE: Oh…

MALE: You still look…

FEMALE: Oh, right, thanks.

SILENCE: FOR A MOMENT

MALE: Anyway, you want a drink?

FEMALE: Sure. Thanks.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS LEAVING THE TABLE

SOUND: A PHONE BEING DIALLED

FEMALE: Hey… No, I’m at the Victim Lounge. There’s a guy here… Well I don’t know if he’s new or not, but it doesn’t seem like he knows. Well, I can’t… Because, he’s buying me a drink! I know. He’s coming back, I’ll see you later.

SOUND: THE BEEP OF THE END OF A CALL

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING THE TABLE

MALE: Here you go.

FEMALE: Thank you so much. Listen, Number 5, I need to tell you—

MALE: No, no. I’m sorry. Really. I hope you don’t think I’ve bad intentions. You must be sick of it. Just a friendly drink and that’s it. Is that alright?

FEMALE: Y-yeah… that’s cool. A friendly drink. Cheers.

SOUND: GLASSES CLINKING TOGETHER

MUSIC: CLASSICAL GUITAR STARTS UP IN THE BACKGROUND AND CONTINUES FOR THE DURATION

FEMALE: So you new to the Victim Lounge?

MALE: Yeah. I’ve just never really drank after work before. I go straight home usually.

FEMALE: What started you?

MALE: Huh?

FEMALE: What started you drinking?

MALE: I’d rather not talk about it…

FEMALE: That’s alr—

MALE: My mom… (SIGH) She died. Decapitated while being decapitated.

FEMALE: Oh, that’s terrible.

MALE: Yeah. They brought in the Victim Act because of it.

FEMALE: That was your mom?

MALE: It was… no big deal though.

FEMALE: Not a big deal? She’s a hero! So many victims will die without dying because of her. I’m sorry your loss.

MALE: Thanks. She was one of the good ones. Damn, excuse me. Bleeding all over the place.

FEMALE: It’s ok. We all bleed together here.

MALE: Thanks. I like bleeding with you.

FEMALE: Hey… I need to tell you, just so you don’t—

SOUND: SPLOOSH SOUND LIKE A STONE FALLING IN WATER

FEMALE: Oh, God damn it! There goes my eye again. This is always happening. How embarrassing. I’ll be right back.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS LEAVING

SILENCE: FOR AROUND 3 SECONDS

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

FEMALE: Sorry about that. Is it in properly?

MALE: It looks beautiful, I mean fine. It looks fine. And don’t worry about it. Like you said, we all bleed together, right?

FEMALE: Right!

SOUND: GLASSES CLINKING

MALE 2: Mind if I take a seat?

NARRATOR: A second man joins the table and sits beside the first. His ribs are open, showcasing red, glistening innards.

MALE 2: Hey hey, Number 5, you’re looking… Er, well, you know… Yeesh! Right? (CHUCKLES) But who’s this lovely lady?

FEMALE: I’m—

MALE: This is Female Victim Number 12.

MALE 2: It’s a pleasure, angel. A real pleasure.

MALE: Hey, like, can I talk to you for a second? Will you excuse us for a second?

FEMALE: (UNCOMFORTABLE) Yeah… No worries…

SOUND: TWO SETS OF FOOTSTEPS LEAVE THE TABLE

MALE: (WHISPERED) Back off, dude!

MALE 2: Huh?

MALE: (WHISPERED) She’s mine! I’ve been making good progress. Don’t fuck this up for me.

MALE 2: (WHISPERED) I’ll do what I damn well please.

MALE: (WHISPERED) You’re supposed to be my friend!

MALE 2: (WHISPERED) Yeah and I’m taking her off your hands. She seems crazy. You always go for the crazy ones. I’m helping you out here.

MALE: (WHISPERED) Bullshit, Number 10! Look, just leave us alone, alright?

MALE 2: Alright.

MALE: Alright?

MALE 2: Alright. (WHISPERED) Keep your dang wig on.

SOUND: ONE SET OF FOOTSTEPS APPROACHES THE TABLE

MALE: I’m sorry about that. Number 10, he’s a bit… you know… Too many zombie films. You know… they…

FEMALE: Ate his brains?

MALE: Yeah, exactly. We’re on, like, the same wave length, you know?

FEMALE: I’m sorry, but I have to go… My girlfriend is coming and I’m just going to—

MALE: But we have so much to talk abou— Wait… girl?—

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS SWIFTLY APPROACH

MALE 2: Has he told you about his mom yet?

MALE: Number 10, just fuck off, will you?

FEMALE: What about her?

MALE: Don’t listen—

MALE 2: She’s still alive. He tells all the girls that one about the Victim Act.

MALE: Seriously, dude.

MALE 2: Works usually, but you seem a bit smarter. He’s not all there ya see? Too many zombie films.

FEMALE: I’m going.

MALE: No! Don’t!

MALE 2: He don’t even like stab wounds. Calls them gross—

SOUND: PUNCH FOLLOWED BY MORE PUNCHING AND FIGHTING SOUNDS(GRUNTING ETC) CONTINUE ON. THE BACKGROUND BAR NOISE AND ROCK MUSIC STOP

FEMALE: (OVER THE TOP OF FIGHTING SOUNDS) Fuck this.

SOUND: THE FIGHTING STOPS

MALE & MALE 2: (IN UNISON) Wait!

FEMALE: You’re a pair of losers. I wouldn’t sleep with either of you, even if I liked men.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

FEMALE 2: Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late… Who the hell are these two?

NARRATOR: A second woman stands beside the first. Her entire left side is torn and mangled like shredded chilli beef.

FEMALE: Hey gorgeous. They’re fighting over who gets to take me out, or sleep with me. God knows…

MALE 2: And just who is this fine—

FEMALE: It’s my girlfriend, dipshit.

MALE 2: Your girl—?

MALE: But she’s—

FEMALE: A girl? Yeah… Listen, rather than getting your dicks all tangled trying to figure out who’s going to bone me, why couldn’t you have just tried normal conversation? Not every girl wants your baby carrot.

SOUND: FEMALE 2 LAUGHING IN THE BACKGROUND

FEMALE: You wanted a friendly drink, right Number 5?

MALE: Well, yeah, but—

FEMALE: But what? You couldn’t get your brain out your balls long enough to carry on with that idea? Look at both of you, seriously. Step back and look at yourselves. You’re fighting in the goddamn Victim Lounge. This is where we come to get away from the horror. This is where we come to support one another. We’re all in this together and look at you—fighting like a pair of horny apes. Jesus Christ…

SOUND: TWO SETS OF FOOTSTEPS LEAVING

SOUND: THE SOUND OF THE BUSY BAR AND CLASSICAL GUITAR STARTS UP AGAIN

MALE: You fucked that up for me.

MALE 2: What the hell are you talking about?

MALE: Well, I could have had her. Even if she wasn’t, you know…

MALE 2: What?.. Gay?

MALE: Well, yeah…

MALE 2: You’re kidding yourself.

SILENCE: FOR A MOMENT

MALE: What about her with the mangled leg?

MALE 2: I saw her first.


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HorrorAddicts.net, 147 #NGHW Judge: Frank H. Woodward

Horror Addicts Episode# 147
SEASON 12 – The Next Great Horror Writer Contest

JUDGES:

Horror Hostess: Emerian Rich

Judge: H.E. Roulo

Guest Judge: Frank H. Woodward

Intro Music by: Valentine Wolfe

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AUDIODRAMA EPISODE!

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52 Days till Halloween

Halloween stuff, Frank interview #97

Intro of judges, prizes, and contest.

Review of the 10 Audiodramas

Contestants: Feind Gottes, Naching T. Kassa, Jess Landry, Sumiko Saulson, Cat Voleur, Jonathan Fortin, Adele Marie Park, JC Martinez, Harry Husbands, Daphne Strasert.

 

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Judges deliberate.

Next challenge announced.

Winner announced – Audiodrama played.

 

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#NGHW Winner of the Self-Interview Challenge Naching T. Kassa

Winner Naching T. Kassa!

DIALOGUE WITH THE DARKER HALF
by Naching T. Kassa

Naching T. Kassa describes herself as a wife, mother, and horror writer. She resides in Valley, WA with her family and their dog, Dallas. Naching is a member of the Horror Writers Association and a contributor to The Demonic Visions book series. Recently, one of her poems was accepted into the HWA Poetry Showcase Volume 4.

But, what do we really know about this dark lady? Who is she and what makes her so darn scary? We asked Nani K, the person who knows her best, to shed a little light on the shadow.

Nani K: Good morning, Naching. Thank you for sitting down with me.

Naching: My pleasure.

Nani K: First off, I have to say this. You don’t look like a horror writer. You’re always smiling and you seem so sweet. Where do you get these ideas?

Naching: (laughs) You’d be surprised how many times I get this question. Usually, my ideas just come to me.

Nani K: Out of the blue?

Naching: In a manner of speaking, yes. Imagine everyone has a door in their mind which separates their conscious from their unconscious. Most people keep the door closed. They don’t want to see the things which lurk on the other side. Horror writers want to see those things, want to explore them. We love that direct line to the dark side.

Nani K: Your ideas come from the unconscious mind?

Naching: Yes, with certain exceptions. There are times when I reach outside the door. Reach for things beyond myself.

Nani K: What do you mean?

Naching: Well, take “The Laughing Man,” for instance.

Nani K: Your 300-word story in the Second Challenge of the Next Great Horror Writer Contest?

Naching: Exactly. In the story, Laughing Man has a very distinctive scent. He smells of almonds. Looking at this part during the editing process I thought, “This is stupid. How is it scary? He’s rotting and leprous. He wouldn’t smell nice.” So, I went online and I looked up the smell of gangrene. That was too gross. I didn’t want my character to puke when the monster entered. He’s supposed to lie still. I decided to look up the smell of infections instead. Now, I had never researched infections before, never seen this site. But, what I found there creeped me out. There was an infection which smelled like almonds. Needless to say, it stayed in the story.

Nani K: Is this what makes a great horror writer? Reaching beyond yourself?

Naching: It can. But, I think great horror writers have a different ability. I think they can touch the darkness which resides in us all. The great writers force us to open our doors and let our monsters out. If only for a little while.

Nani K: I can see that. No one would want the door open all the time.

Naching: As a reader or watcher of horror I wouldn’t want mine open that long. However, a writer is different. Judging by the way Stephen King writes, I’m pretty sure his door is always open.

Nani K: Speaking of King, is he your favorite horror writer?

Naching: Well…I like him very much.

Nani K: You have another favorite?

Naching: I had a dream a while back where Stephen King and Dean Koontz fought for my affection.

Nani K: Oh—

Naching: (laughs) Not that kind of affection. And, it wasn’t some duel with swords. Though, that would’ve been cool. No, King said I was his greatest fan and Koontz said I belonged to him. I met with King in my living room and then I met Koontz in the kitchen.

Nani K: Who won?

Naching: Koontz. I told him he was my favorite. He was ecstatic. (laughs) It was an awesome dream.

Nani K: Do you think Koontz’s door is open all the time?

Naching:  I’m not sure. It’d be frightening if it was.

Nani K: While we’re still on the subject of doors, let’s talk about opportunity knocking on yours. How did you get involved with the Demonic Visions series?

Naching: The editor, Chris Robertson, and I were in an erotic/horror anthology together. I befriended him on Facebook and he told me he was about to start a new series of anthologies. He invited me to write for the first one. There are six volumes now and I have stories in all of them.

Nani K: How many erotic/horror stories have you written?

Naching: I thought you’d pick up on that one. I’ve written two. One was about a demon. The other was vampire erotica. My stories are different from other writers. They tip toward the romantic side.

Nani K: Do you like writing romance?

Naching: I do. Though, I find some of the categories confusing. A few months ago, I received a rejection for a horror story with romantic elements. The editor said he couldn’t buy it because he considered the story a Paranormal Romance. Now, there were no shifters involved. There were no humans in love with supernatural beings. Makes me wonder what criteria he used to decide this.

Nani K: You’ve brought up a good point here. Let’s talk about rejection.

Naching: (groans) Oh, man.

Nani K: What advice would you give a first time writer regarding rejection?

Naching: Persevere. If you get rejected, fix the story and send it out again to another place. If it gets rejected ten times, take some classes and improve your skills. Don’t give up. Never give up.

Nani K: You’re passionate about this.

Naching: It’s not in my nature to give up my dreams. I’m not a just writer by profession. It’s who I am. Also, before both of my parents passed, I told them I’d be a writer. If I give up, it’s like lying to them. And, I’ll never do that.

Nani K: You’ve often credited your father with your introduction to horror. What did your mom think of your interest in it?

Naching: She supported me but I think it worried her. She wasn’t into horror. My dad, on the other hand, was a big fan. He showed me Universal Horror, Hammer films, Hitchcock, Roger Corman films, and all the big movies. We watched Joe Bob Briggs’s Monstervision on TNT. He also bought me horror novels. He bought me my first Dean Koontz. My husband bought most of the rest.

Nani K: You’ve called your husband “your biggest supporter.” How does he help you?

Naching: Dan is great. He’s the sole provider for our family, he watches the kids while I write, and he’s my first reader. He also likes to scare me. He loves to make me jump during horror films.

Nani K: Does he ever worry about your horror writing? Does he stay awake nights wondering whether you’ll come to bed with a knife?

Naching: So, that’s why all the knives disappeared! I wondered why we didn’t have any in the house. No, I’m just kidding. He doesn’t worry. He knows me too well.

Nani K: As a wife and mother, how do you find time to write?

Naching: I write when everyone’s asleep. It’s dark and quiet. Very conducive to horror. I often wind up spooking myself.

Nani K: Earlier, you spoke of skill improvement. What do you do to sharpen skills?

Naching: I take online courses and I read books on writing. There’s a great website called edX.org and it offers classes from distinguished universities. Most classes are free unless you’d like to earn a certificate. Then, you have to pay a fee. My favorite course was English Grammar and Style from Queensland University in Australia. It was terrific.

Nani K: What books do you recommend for the first time horror writer?

Naching: “On Writing” by Stephen King, that’s the horror writer’s bible. “Strunk and White’s Elements of Style” and “Self-Editing for Fiction Writers” by Renni Browne and Dave King are also great books.

Nani K: What is the one thing a writer needs most?

Naching: Readers. We should take as many as we can get, no matter what the age group. For a long time, I wrote what I considered adult horror. The funny thing is, most of the readers who approached me and expressed their admiration for my writing were teenagers and young adults. If you think about it, this is our largest audience. And, if they discover us now, they’ll follow our work into adulthood. That’s why I want to be the female version of R.L. Stine. I want to encourage and inspire another generation of readers.

Nani K: Thank you, Naching.

Naching: Thank you, Nani K. It’s been fun.

To find out more about Naching, go to: http://frightenme.weebly.com


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#NGHW Top 6 Self-Interviews

These are a portion of the top 6 Self-Interviews.

  1. Harry Husbands:

When Harry entered the room, I was first struck by his shabby appearance. He wore a plain black t-shirt, pyjama shorts, and looked as if he’d just fallen out of bed a moment prior. He was polite enough, though frequently stared at the floor and his sentences would trail off to a mumble as if changing his mind half way through. Despite all of this, I can’t help but feel some intrinsic connection with him; that he is someone I’ve known all my life; someone I’ve shared everything with. He is notoriously hard to get hold of— avoiding social situations where possible and preferring the company of a person much like myself. I was fortunate enough to pin down the man who three people once called ‘alright’ and asked him some questions.

            You’re a writer among millions of others; a tiny fish in a giant pond and everyone’s hungry. Why bother?


  1. Adele Marie Park

Interviewer: The Next Great Horror Writer? What have you learned from being in this competition?

Adele:          It is a learning curve for me. At times sharp but I enjoy a challenge and I suck up learning like a sponge I think it’s improved my writing abilities. I appreciate the time that the organisers have put into this competition. When I realised I had got through into the main competition itself, I was so happy, I cried. You never stop learning your craft and anyone who says different is not in love with writing.

Interviewer: Keeping in the horror vein, what frightens you the most?

Adele:          Running out of coffee? –laughs- No? Seriously, it has to be demons. No one knows where they come from and all they seem to want is to destroy the human they possess.

Interviewer: Do you write about demons in your work?

Adele:          Yes. It’s a subject that in reality, I’m terrified of.


  1. Jess Landry

What made you get into writing?

I’ve always been a weirdo with odd ideas and a love for spooky things. As a kid, I read voraciously (I’m talking one-Sweet-Valley-High-book-a-day-style voracious); I could never get enough. So when I discovered a book in my elementary school library called Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, something clicked: I could take all my weird thoughts and put them down on paper. I could make my own scary stories to tell in the dark!

 Since you’ve taken up writing, have you found that you’re a slow writer or a fast one?

 Generally, I’m slower than a turtle stuck in molasses, but with the tight deadlines for the Next Great Horror Writer contest, I’ve definitely had to pick up my pace! When I first get an idea, I’ll plot it out the best I can, which usually involves writing about the characters and their traits, and getting down any pivotal scenes or imagery that come to mind.


  1. Naching T. Kassa

Naching T. Kassa describes herself as a wife, mother, and horror writer. She resides in Valley, WA with her family and their dog, Dallas. Naching is a member of the Horror Writers Association and a contributor to The Demonic Visions book series. Recently, one of her poems was accepted into the HWA Poetry Showcase Volume 4.

But, what do we really know about this dark lady? Who is she and what makes her so darn scary? We asked Nani K, the person who knows her best, to shed a little light on the shadow.

Nani K: Good morning, Naching. Thank you for sitting down with me.

Naching: My pleasure.

Nani K: First off, I have to say this. You don’t look like a horror writer. You’re always smiling and you seem so sweet. Where do you get these ideas?

Naching: (laughs) You’d be surprised how many times I get this question. Usually, my ideas just come to me.


  1. Jonathan Fortin

Q: Hello, Jonathan, how are you today?

A: Hello, mysterious voice in my head asking me questions! Presently I’m concerned about the state of my mental health. How about you?

Q: I’m doing just fine.

A: That scares me. Should I go see a shrink?

Q: Please don’t. Speaking of scares: what do you think makes for a horror story?

A: I believe a good horror story needs to be a good story—just one that happens to be horror. For seasoned horror fans, there’s not much that’s actually scary anymore. You become too desensitized. So what’s left is the story. Is what’s happening unique enough that I feel like I haven’t read this thousands of times before? Perhaps more importantly, do we care about the characters? For me, fear comes from empathizing with the characters, not wanting bad things to happen to them, and knowing that they inevitably will.


  1. Daphne Strasert

What skills do you admire in the other contestants of the Next Great Horror Writer Contest?

The contest is full of talent and all the writers have strengths that I envy. Jonathan is flexible. He has met the theme of each challenge—from humor to romance to suspended terror—with skill and enthusiasm. Sumiko writes visceral horror, like her character description, Cerebus, with a horrifying physicality that scares the spit out of me. Naching rules the opposite side of the spectrum, using suspense and dread to full effect. Jess is a mistress of imagery and detail, not just in her character description, Silt and Bone, which I loved, but in all of her writing. The excerpt from her musical short story, Scordatura, cast a vivid scene that left me wanting more.

The best part about meeting these writers is that, even though we’re competing, there is an atmosphere of collaboration. Everyone encourages each other to submit their best work and that has created a fierce competition.


 

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HorrorAddicts.net, 146 #NGHW Guest Judge: Stacy Rich

Horror Addicts Episode# 146
SEASON 12 – The Next Great Horror Writer Contest

JUDGES:

Horror Hostess: Emerian Rich

Judge: H.E. Roulo

Guest Judge: Stacy Rich

Intro Music by: Valentine Wolfe

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The top 6 interviews

Find all articles and interviews at: http://www.horroraddicts.net

 

66 Days till Halloween

Halloween stuff, Colorado trip, Virginia Dale, Evergreen Cemetery, Garden of the Gods, Castle Glen Eyrie, Fargos. Eclipse, Night of the Comet,  

Intro of judges, prizes, and contest.

Portions of 6 interviews.

 

Contestants: Feind Gottes, Naching T. Kassa, Jess Landry, Sumiko Saulson, Cat Voleur, Jonathan Fortin, Adele Marie Park, JC Martinez, Harry Husbands, Daphne Strasert.

 

HA.Net News: Emerian Rich

*Sub call: Crescendo of Darkness

*Jesse Orr’s new installment of The Scarlett Dahlia

*DJ Pitsiladis Nightmare Fuel, The Bunny Man

*David interviews author Mike Robinson

*Kbatz Frightening Flix: Bone Tomahawk

*David’s Haunted Library features: Deadman’s Tome

*Ghastly Games by Kenzie Kordic: Salem

*PR: Queen Mary Dark Harbor Haunted Tour

*PR: Susan Gettes, “Alone”

*PR: Mr. Christopher / Brooklyn Trilogy

*PR: CometTV.com

*Eclipse

*NASA Announces 15-day darkness / snopes.com

*HorrorAddicts.net Horror Bites: Alice’s Scars

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Contestant interview wishes.

 

Dead Mail:

*CometTV.com
*Angela: Zombie book? HAs Emz written one yet?

*Sam: What costume can I go as that isn’t overused or stupid?

 

Judges deliberate.

Next challenge announced.

Winner announced.

 

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HorrorAddicts.net, 146 #NGHW Guest Judge: Stacy Rich

This week, we welcome guest judge, Stacy Rich. Stacy will be helping us judge the author interviews!

Stacy Rich

stacyBlog Editor, HorrorAddicts.net
From growing up in a sleepy 19th century town to discovering Poe before double digits, Stacy has a deep seeded interest in ghosts, true crime, horror, and macabre. When she isn’t reading HorrorAddicts.net content before it is published, (the best perk of her job bwahaha) she is spending the limited amount of time she has left of her sons’ childhood with them, going to awesome punk, noise and acoustic concerts or festivals, traveling, and listening to podcasts. She is a big time podcast junkie. What’s her favorite podcast? HorrorAddicts.net of course!

#NGHW Winner of the Campfire Challenge Daphne Strasert

Winner Daphne Strasert!

Daphne wins being first in the Campfire Tale eBook! The other 3 on this post will also be in the eBook.

  1. Cabin 12

Patrol was the spookiest part of being a counselor. It was important, of course, especially later in the summer, when illicit romance had time to bloom. We tried to keep the kids smart and safe and that meant wandering in the woods every other night with only the moonlight as a guide. It took some getting used to. I could never shake the feeling that something watched me from the trees—probably because something did. Maybe it was only a rabbit. Maybe not. Like I said, spooky.

That’s how I found Cabin Twelve. I followed my feet on a late August night, not walking toward anything in particular, but away from the nagging feeling that something stood just outside my peripheral vision. I didn’t notice the building at first. The way the cabins were arranged around the lake, it didn’t seem like there should be anything there at all. It sat back further than the others did, where the trees were just a little thicker.


2. The Face: Naching T. Kassa
He’s coming to the window,

He’s coming to the window,

Don’t let him in,

Don’t let him in,

DON’T LET HIM IN!

 

Agatha sat up. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the silvery moonlight which streamed into her room. When she turned to her window, she saw it. Something small and pale floated outside. It was a face. No body. No head. Just a face.

Black eyes glared at Agatha. Beneath its long nose, a mouth scowled. It moved toward her window.

Agatha scrambled out of bed. Her nightdress caught on the bed knob and she tore it as she moved forward. The face came closer. Agatha caught hold of the sash and slammed the window shut.

The face gnashed its teeth in mute fury and Agatha stared at it in mounting horror.  All of its teeth were filed to a point, each one stained red.

It hung there for over a moment and then floated away, back toward the forest.


3. When the Wind Leaves a Whisper: Jess Landry

When I was just about to fall asleep, Rita sprung out of her sleeping bag, gasping for breath.

“Louise…louiseeeee!” she whispered as loud as she could.

“What?” I mumbled, the taste of sleep in my mouth. “What is it?”

“Do you hear that?”

I sat up rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping. Crickets chirped back.

“Hear what?”

A little drip of moonlight trickled around the tent, casting shadows of the trees on our tent. Rita was nothing more than a silhouette, her head jerking from side to side.

“That!” she said a little louder, her head spinning to the back of the tent. “Something’s trying to get in.”

I was fully awake now, my eyes adjusted to the darkness as best as they could. Outside I could see the shadows of some branches as they danced in the light wind. Nothing seemed out of place.

“There it is again!” she spun her head the other direction, jumping out of her sleeping bag and scrambling next to me. “Look!”


4. Goose Meadows: Harry Husbands

Rounding a corner, we came to a children’s playground—hidden by large, green hills on every side. Climbing frames of various shapes and sizes sat among wood-chips, surrounded by a low metal railing. We ran to them, hooting like imbecilic apes and clambered about the structures. While stumbling down a faded silver slide, I spotted a black sports bag sat snugly in the corner, as if placed there on purpose.

I pointed it out to Lee.

“Check it out,” I said, “reckon it’s full of cash?”

“It better fucking be,” Lee said. We walked to it. I crouched down and was pulling back the zip when the bag came alive with movement.

I leapt back.

From within the shadows of its innards, I saw flesh and edged forward uneasily to open it further, jolting backwards again upon discovering its contents.


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