Hello Friends and Fiends,
We’re quickly approaching the
release date for Lucy Snyder’s short story collection Halloween Season
on October 5th. Now during a time when we can all use a little more holiday
cheer, Halloween Season certainly takes us to where we need and want to
be. For dedicated fans, the season begins when the leaves start turning autumn
colors and doesn't finish until Hallowtide ends in November. With it comes a
whole lot of fun: scary movies and stories, haunted houses, seasonal sweets,
spooky decorations, costume parties, and of course trick or treat. But
Halloween is also a deeply spiritual time for some; it's an opportunity to
remember and honor loved ones who have passed on.
Master storyteller Lucy A. Snyder has filled her cauldron
with everything that Halloween means to her and distilled it into a
spell-binding volume of stories. Within these pages you'll find thrills and
chills, hilarity and horrors, the sweet and the naughty.
One of the best things about
Halloween is you don’t have to be yourself. So go ahead and try on a new mask
or two ... you may discover hidden talents as a witch, a pirate, a space
voyager, a zombie fighter, or even an elf. This is the perfect collection to
celebrate the season of the dead or to summon those heady autumn vibes whenever
you like. You may even find a couple of tales that evoke a certain winter
holiday that keeps trying to crowd in on the fun!
Now in anticipation of this sweet
little treat, I wanted to share a personal spooky season tale with all of you
in celebration of the most wonderful time of the year.
So most of
you know that my family is crazy (and I say that with love--hi mom and dad!). We used to have
these really intense scare wars when my brother and I lived at home, and this
lead to my dad stuffing a clown in the back seat of my car, to my brother dressing
up like a clown and hiding in the shower, to my Mom dressing up like Ghostface
and jumping out of the woods at me while I was riding my quad.
Almost all
of these moments ended with me screaming and crying and being terrified to ever go in
my garage or my shower or the woods alone again, but the one prank that definitely
stood out among the rest goes to my dad and crowns him the Wytovich Scare War Champion.
Here’s
what happened:
I was
notorious for forgetting my house key as a kid. Honestly, I can’t tell you how
many times I’ve had to break into our house or my parent’s cars in order to hit
the garage door opener so I wouldn’t have to sit outside in my driveway until
my parents came home. I also hated Halloween as a kid because like I said, my
parents are crazy, and once October hit, our house became a war zone. For instance,
I would find dolls underneath my window, plastic spiders were literally everywhere,
and probably the best example of this is that when I was afraid of monkeys as a
kid, my dad went out and bought a full guerilla body suit and tackled me while
watching TV one night.
Ah, memories.
When I
came home the next day, I noticed that my key wasn’t in my bag. My dad’s truck
was in the driveway though, so I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the
front porch, forgetting that my nemesis was there waiting for me. I can vividly
see my younger self staring at this old man on the porch, and can remember telling
myself that it was just a joke, that I literally stuffed him and put him together
last weekend, and that there was nothing to worry about. It was fun. A Halloween
joke. Everything would be fine and there was no reason why I couldn’t walk up
those steps and ring that doorbell.
So I took
a deep breath and ran.
I rang the
doorbell once, twice.
Nothing.
So then I
started knocking on the door.
Still
nothing.
Eventually
I walked over to the window to kind of peer inside. I started yelling for my
dad because I could hear that the TV was on, so I knew he had to be around there
somewhere, and then that’s when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
At first
it was subtle, something that was easy to second guess, to chalk up to fear, adrenaline.
I remembered what my dad had said about conquering my fears, so I walked closer
to the man, told him that he didn’t scare me, that he wasn’t real….
And that’s
when my dad—who earlier had put on the mask and his old work clothes and boots
and sat in that chair waiting for me to come home—jumped out, grabbed me, and nearly
gave me a heart attack. I screamed, cried, and then laughed so hard because my
dad looked ridiculous and I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t noticed that it was
him in there that whole time.
And sure,
okay, this story is a little rough, maybe even borderline mean, but you have to
remember that my dad and I lived to play pranks on each other when I was little
(and still kind of do now, to be honest), and it was these types of scares and
jokes that lead me to deeply love and appreciate Halloween and honestly helped me
to conquer my fears. Truly, I could tell you a thousand stories about how afraid
of everything I used to be as a kid, but by my mom and dad removing those fears
and helping me to realize my strength, it allowed me to become stronger, which
is why I will always think that horror is the best, most practical genre because
it teaches us how to navigate life and defeat our monsters—real or imaginary.
Plus, now I
can go on and scare… I mean help…other children, too.
[insert
maniacal laughter here]
Trick or Treat!
Thanks for participating in our trick or treat cover reveal!
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2 postcards (not necessarily the ones pictured). To receive your promo pack email
your address to us. Unfortunately we can only send promo packs to US addresses
so we've also put together a printable download for anyone outside the US.
More Treats
Visit all the houses on the block to collect all the treats.
Here are the current stops and treats.
- Stop #1 Lucy A. Snyder (excerpt from Halloween Season)
- Stop #2 Cover artist Lynne Hansen (printable bookmark)
- Stop #3 Raw Dog Screaming Press (postcard promo pack)
- Stop #4 Hook of Book publicist Erin Sweet Al Mehairi (signed, hand-lettered Halloween
poem)
- Stop #5 John Edward Lawson (Halloween card and story)
Great memory. Thanks for sharing. Glad you didn't to turn out to be an axe murderer.
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