Day Nine: Tuesday.
There was a howl outside, and we all went for our weapons—Max and I have chainsaws and Sarah’s scored herself a gun from a copper we found dead six days ago. Got ambushed by trick or treaters gone wrong if the candy was anything to go by. We lost Shazza that day. Rule 1: Don’t eat the candy. Set up a series of webcams on our LAN to act like security cameras, but have to hope none of the vamps out there were hackers or IT techs before everything started. Don’t think they could crack my passwords, but with some of the software out there…it’s doable. Finally got some down time after all that but frankly, even when stood down you’re on edge all the time.
On the Ninth Day of Halloween my Lover Gave to Me,
Nine Zombies Shuffling
Eight Vampires Biting
Seven Rounds of Ammo
Six Trick or Treaters
Five Candy Canes
Four Bloody Corpses
I got a present from him today. A copy of The Secret of Talmor Manor, which was nice, but I pointed out I wrote the book and then it was all “but this is extra royalties and encouragement for places to stock your work” and that was all good, ‘cept of course if this thing is happening globally there won’t be any more royalties and then I was like, “wait a sec, this wasn’t released in hardback,” and he was all innocence and “wasn’t it?” And then I opened the front cover and found a large print version of Twilight inside. With movie stills.
“Happy Halloween,” he said, before I could take him to task for murdering my book.
Then he gave me this t-shirt, which was much more like it—if you don’t get the reference, I refer you to this video:
I wish that was real. Could use a slayer right about now. Shazza fancied herself one—the things she could do with a gardening stake would have landed her a stunt job if that show was still going. One slayer, brought low by a mintie. Hell of a way to die. Gotta go now. Just got promised the ‘treat’ part of ‘trick or treat’. Apparently I need to relax more. You try relaxing in the middle of a bloody supernatural uprising, I said, he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Probably a good thing. Gotta wind down when and how you can, I suppose.
Matthew writes behind a desk, in the park, on the tram and sometimes backstage at amateur theatre productions. He has been known to sing and dance in public, analyse the plots of movies and TV shows, and is a confessed foodie. He has dabbled in film, machinema, event management and even insurance, but his first love has always been the written word. He is suspected of frequenting libraries and hanging around in bookstores, and his therapists believe he may be plotting some form of literature. He was going to do a character interview around Halloween with Jake and Nathaniel from The Secret of Talmor Manor, but they refused. “We don’t do Halloween,” Jake was later quoted as saying. “After the crap he put us through last time, we just can’t get into the holiday.”
The Secret of Talmor Manor is available in print and ebook from select bookshops, Amazon.com and direct from MLR Press. Matthew can be found at his website, or he can be stalked on Facebook and Twitter.