By: Patricia Rasey
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Halloween is a special time of the year for me because I love all things that go bump in the night. Maybe that’s why I am so drawn to the dark side and I love writing and reading anything full of suspense and thrills. I’ve never been into horror or gore fests…more of the things that take your breath away or plots that allow your imagination to take flight. Sometimes…less is more.
Take the movie Seven for example. There’s a scene where they show the viewer a photograph having to do with the sin ‘lust.’ You didn’t have to show me any more than that and I was successfully chilled, knowing what lay ahead—and I didn’t have to watch it. There are some other great thrillers out there such as Silence of the Lamb, White Noise and the like. Today’s day and age take the thrill out of using your imagination by trying to push the bar. So much blood and gore can take away from the plot and simply leave me less thrilled or chilled.
I’ve visited several haunted houses and cornfields, and the best scares to me is the unexpected, the not knowing what is around the corner. It’s the anticipation, the buildup. The best haunted house I’ve been to to date, used darkness to their advantage. You literally had to feel your way down the hall as you couldn’t see a foot in front of your face. Sometimes the wall moved or something popped out of it when you touched it. My heart would race and a scream was sure to come. What fun!
Next up? I’d love to visit a haunted prison or old sanitarium.
I’ve passed on the love of Halloween to my kids. We started early on, well before they were old enough to appreciate a good haunt. We carved pumpkins, watched Halloween movies, going to corn mazes and hayrides. Here’s a picture of my boys when they were very young, helping me carve pumpkins preparation of trick or treat. This year we pass along the fun to my granddaughter as she helps carve her first pumpkin. Whereas her daddy was ready to ‘bite’ right in, she, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of the gooey insides.
As they grew up, they worked with us at a friend’s Corn Maize and haunt Scream Acres. My youngest loved being a monster and scaring those brave enough to venture through. He had the creepy scary down so well that he never failed to scare me…and I knew who he was. Creepy is scary, the unexpected is frightful…letting your imagination take over is the best scare of all.
I frequently dream in nightmares. Some of which make it to my plots. I always ask myself when starting a book: What scares me? And oh…I have so many things that would take my breath away or have me running in the opposite direction. Add romance to the plots, and to me you have the perfect combination of intrigue and happily-ever-afters.
My book Love You to Pieces is just such a combination. You have a villain so frightening, you fear ever running into him in an alley or nightclub…and you have the hero and heroine, struggling with their own pasts and obstacles, finding a love to conquer all others. Or do they?
He stood quickly, grabbed her around the waist and slung her over his shoulder. She tried to resist, shifting and kicking, but his strength and her bound limbs stymied her efforts. He tossed her on the plastic-covered table, her head thumping against the Formica. The tape deadened her moan.
She lay frozen, her nose now running along with her eyes.
“Good, because you see…as long as you’re feeling something, you’re still alive. Remember that. Because just as quickly…you could be feeling nothing.”
Smiling, he grasped the steel hacksaw and circled the table, passing the jagged edge gently across her flesh as she wiggled and squirmed.
“Which part of you do you want to send home to your loved one, Anita?”
Her brow creased.
“Your hand?” He lightly sliced the wrist, leaving a trickle of blood, as the tape muffled her cry.
“Your foot with its cute little toe ring?” He left another stinging hairline cut.
She struggled vainly to sidle away from his touch and nearly managed to roll from the table, but his free hand pinned her to the surface. “Or how about those earrings?”
Her ear boasted several small hoops running from the lobe up the cartilage. It might make a nice trophy to send back to her lover and certainly would make an attractive display all vacuumed-sealed in an airtight bag.
Decision made, he placed the blade above the left ear and cleanly sawed through the flesh. Her screams barely penetrated the tape and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Blood ran freely from the side of her head. He slapped her cheek a few times to keep her awake for the rest of the activities.
“Remember what I said, Anita…as long as you are feeling something, you’re still alive.”
He chuckled as her eyes slowly opened again. “Let the fun begin.”
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