From cradle to coffin

It’s time for a contest. On the count of three, everyone hop into your coffin and hop like your life depends on it.





Hop, monkies…HOP!!!

Okay, with that out of the way, let’s give away something. If you like your zombies

coffinhop_posterIt’s Coffin Hop time again, my lovelies. What does that mean? It means it’s a good time to get your scare on. With hundreds of authors to choose from offering giveaways, peekaboos, and much more — you are sure to get your scare on, literary style.

Do you remember your first scare? That thing which shifted your perspective and paradigm until you longed to feel the creep crawl up your back and send your mind into caustic flips of thrill? I remember it like it happened moments ago. I was eight years old. A cool autumn afternoon. The TV was on. Mid-afternoon. I was alone with the whopping six channels offered via an areal antenna. On the screen was a film I had never before seen. The imagery was memorizing. The accompanying sounds, enthralling.

The film was Hammer Horror’s “The Gorgon”.

Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee lead an outstanding cast through a masterful retelling of the snake-haired Gorgon. As I watched the film, the gothic sets and costumes had me enthralled…the dialog, the acting…I was hooked.

And then…came the Gorgon. The second she appeared on the screen I thought, surely her powers would reach through the television and turn me to stone. I was locked in fear. I couldn’t move.

That was it.

I was going to die.

The Gorgon had me in her spell.

Needless to say, I wasn’t turned to stone. I survived the Hammer Horror take on the Medusa myth. But for weeks after seeing that be-nightgowned, snake-haired woman, I was certain my mom would come to tuck me into bed, only to have snakes slither from her hair.

One way or another, the Gorgon was going to get me.

That film had an affect on me like no other. It burrowed deep into the fiber of my soul and insisted itself upon the bend and twist of my make up. I was hooked — a horror junkie. From that moment on, I couldn’t get enough. Everything I watched had a palette colored by the macabre.

And now — here I am, an author of dark, twisty fiction hopping coffins with my fellow horror authors. Make sure you visit the Coffin Hop official site to find out what authors are participating and how you can make the most out of this spookactular event!