All Hallows Eve

by Maggie Marr

I scare easily.

I've never seen the movie Halloween. I don't watch The Walking Dead. Salem's Lot by Stephen King was required reading in a high school literature class and after I read it (okay during too) I slept with the lights on for over a month. I don't enjoy a 'good scare' and seriously think anyone that does is more than a bit half cracked.

I don't want to know how to survive a Zombie attack.

Nor can I even begin to imagine why anyone would want to date one.
This:

is absolutely NOT cute.

And vampires? Come on--what is sexy about a boyfriend who wants to kill you or at the very least suck out all your blood until your nearly dead--but not quite--so you--the living girlfriend can produce more blood to feed his insatiable habit. This isn't a love story--it's domestic violence.

There are creatures that do this--they are leaches and ticks and they aren't cute or sexy or loving. They are parasites. Much like your vampire boyfriend--get over him. Find some love with the living.





Me and my lovers rolling around in my blood--doesn't seem sexy--more like sociopathic.

I will admit to a life-long love of Anne Rice--and some sleepless nights because of her and Lasher and the Vampire Lestat.

I was scared watching Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas and even my five year old loved that film.

Give me a romantic comedy. A drama. Maybe even a light thriller. But anything--anything that is gonna' make me jump, sream, shriek, pee my pants (and not because I am laughing really hard) forget about it.

Which is why that it is pretty remarkable that I am still in this writing thing after 15 years. The stories I could tell you--OH MY GOODNESS--the stories I could tell you--(but can't due to the confidentiality agreements in place)--would raise the hair on the back of your neck, send chills shivering down your spine--might even cause you to run-run-RUN fast and far from this crazy thing called publishing.

I leave you with one final thing that freaked me out this week.



HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


Maggie Marr is a scaredy-cat and mother of two who lives in Los Angeles. Her latest book a contemporary romantic COMEDY will publish March 2012. Her short story 'Dashing Through The Snow' will appear in the anthology Sleigh Ride 11/11/11/. You can find her biting her fingernails and hoping nobody jumps from the bushes to get her. On Halloween she will be safely in the house by 9 pm with the doors locked and all the lights on.