Wednesday, October 14, 2015




Thanks, Cathrina, for agreeing to be part of the fun.

Presenting Cathrina's

Halloween Interview & Flash Fiction Challenge

         1. You're born on Halloween and have the ghostly evil super powers of one of the following: The Ghost from Poltergeist, The Frankenstein Monster, The Mummy, The most Evil of Witches, The Devil himself, Freddy Kruger, Pumpkin Head, Michael from Halloween, or Jason from Friday the 13th. Alternatively, if you prefer, pick one of your own. Otherwise, tell us which one you would choose and why? No friendly ghosts allowed! You're to wreak havoc in this scenario!

Call me Crista, a cute name for a wicked witch. I like being in control of those around me, and my potent incantations radiate from the pits of hell. I demand to be pampered and seduced by those of my choosing. It’s fun to watch as boys and even girls bend to my every desire. But once, Dredal tried to take what was mine. Poor Dredal.

    2.   The Zombie Apocalypse is going to occur this Halloween and for 48 hours, the world is thrown into chaos. Live through it and consider yourself lucky, you've been warned. What is your first step, especially as no one else knows or believes you? Do you leave family behind and seek shelter to ride it out, or do you try to save your family? How and why?

Even though me family doesn’t believe me, I love them and can’t leave them behind. They argue, but I convince them it’s only for two days. Think of it as a mini vacation, hahahaa. And to pacify my insanity, they agree and we pack up the SUV with life saving supplies, food, water, guns, and ammo to last for 48 hours. Then we hightail it up to the remote section of the Adirondack Mountains. Hopefully away from deadly seeking Zombies. We barricade ourselves into a safe house for the long haul. We make a pact. If one of use is turned, we know what we must do. Will we live through the Apocalypse? Who knows for sure. But we’ll live and die together.

      3.  Because of the time of your birth, (see the 1st question) the angels have decided to forgive your sins and are offering to remedy one evil that now exists in the world, but only one! Which would you choose and why?

Hatred. Being the most evil of witches, and seeking repentance, the angels have allowed me to cast a Unity Spell of Love and Peace. If hatred is banished from the world, I believe people may actually live in somewhat harmony.

     4. Why is Halloween a favorite holiday, or not a favorite, and if it isn't why did you participate in this query? Come on; tell us your biggest most secret Halloween fantasy!

I love Halloween and all its scariness. Not precisely the bloody knife in my gut kind of gore, but suspense and spooky tales. I’d be awesome to witness a paranormal event, as long as I didn’t have a heart attack in the process.

     Now the fun part: Finish the story. I've given you the first 100 words. Provide us with the rest, but please hold the number to 750 words or less. The winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card. The contest will be judged by another lover of the horror genre, the person to be announced later. The winner will be posted no later than a week after Halloween!


Jerry sauntered along Desperation Holler Road that earlier echoed with the excited shouts of ghosts and ghouls as the children scrambled from house to house in colorful and frightening costumes.
Dusk dissolved into the blackest of nights as the little monsters disappeared into the shelter of the brightly lit houses with their chocolate goodies.
Jerry smiled, even suppressed laughter, because he knew there was no refuge, not in Desperation Holler on this most evil of Halloweens.
Concealed by the dark limbs of deformed trees and invasive ivy, the innocuous little cabin looked abandoned, but Jerry knew better. 
The witches abode oozed ghastly spells. Seeping through the cracks and crevices of the weathered planks and windows. Jerry walked through the mist and breathed in evil like a tantalizing spice.
His every nerve ending fed on the despicable incantations, filling him with power. Jerry turned to look at the innocent road where families struggled to get their sugar-high monsters into bed. Again, his mouth tweaked in an untoward grin. Little did they fathom what was coming to devour them.  Although, not their souls. Souls must be freely given.
Jerry inhaled the mists fragrance to determine what was expected of him.  His body shuddered in anticipation, for the night had just begun. He mutely chuckled deciphering the intricate spells. Estelle, Crista, and Bettina planned on binding Desperation Holler: To pluck out naive children’s spirits to keep them young and immortal.
“Knock, knock. I’m here.” Jerry stood outside the door. He heard shuffling and gasps. “My lovely ladies. Please invite me in.”
“We don’t need your help this year. Go away.” He recognized Estelle’s voice.
“Estelle, dearest. It’s been centuries. I miss are little scuffles.”
The door whipped open and Jerry was immediately speared in the chest. His hands wrapped around the lance as the witches dragged him inside.
“We were expecting you.” Cackled Estelle. “Don’t fight the potion that just entered your blood stream. Soon you’ll be all mine.”
“Not fair, Estelle,” said Bettina with disdain. “He’ll be all ours.”
“Very clever.” He gritted his teeth trying to pull out the cumbersome lance. On the floor laid skeletal remains, withered and grizzled. The clothes clearly made them teenager. “I see you’ve already started. And without me.”
“Be a good boy, Jerry, and we’ll leave you a little treat,” Crista said. The provocative witch with flowing red hair drew new. She latched onto his blood spewed lips. “Mmmm…you taste divine.” Her tongue lapped over his mouth, rinsing the blood.
“These teenagers came knocking, looking for a trick or treat. We gave them both.” Estelle chortled. “But it’s not enough to keep us in the lifestyle we’re accustomed to. You’ve been stingy, Jerry. Not letting us stay and play. This Hallows Eve, we’re prepared.”
Jerry’s knees buckled to the floor.
“Soon the children on Desperation Holler will be walking through that door and we’ll have a feast,” Estelle said over her shoulder as she scuttled to a bubbling cauldron. “One final ingredient is needed. Jerry’s head.” The witches each stirred the boiling pot while chanting. “Who wants to do the honor?”
“Me, me!” Crista jumped up and down like an exited child.
“I’m the oldest,” Bettina said. “Besides, it’s my turn.”
Crista’s bottom lip turned down into a pout.
“Why don’t you both indulge,” Estelle said, a nefarious smile carved into her face.
Bettina and Crista walked to the back of the cabin and grabbed a sickle, used for harvesting wheat in days gone by.
“Isn’t it ironic,” Estelle said, “the grim reaper will get beheaded by his own sickle.” They snickered.
“Thank you girls. I’ve been looking for that,” he said, dripping with sarcasm.
“Such a waste of man flesh,” Crista said, hauling the heavy blade. “This weighs a ton.”
“It will take the three of you to swing it.” Jerry looked up to where Estelle seemed intent to watch the furling charms flow out the windows. Blood laced his hands and again painted his lips. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay in this human condition. 
The three witches toted his sickle and hewed it towards his head. The blade spliced through his neck in one ugly stroke.
But his head remained intact.
“What kind of farce is this?” Crista spat.
Suddenly the lance melted from Jerry’s chest, he straightened with a shit-eating grin. “Ladies, it’s always a pleasure. Thank you for letting me feed off your wickedness. See you in hell.”

He raised his arms and the cabin exploded to smithereens.
Thank you for your participation, Cathrina! 

Love your answers and your flash was amazing. 

Once again, Jerry had the last word. 

Readers one comment could win YOU a copy of


Sixteen-year-old Leocadia arrives home from school to find her mom's body. Unaware that the killer still lingers, she rushes to her mother's side, only to be grabbed from behind and then everything fades to black.

After a year of retrograde amnesia and battling personal demons, Leo's dreams are getting worse--she's starting to remember. More bodies are discovered and they seem to be oddly linked to her mom's unsolved homicide.

When Leo allows her friend, Henry to drag her into the haunted Lucien Mansion, misty ghosts appear, ghosts that just might lead to her mother's murderer.

Will Leo let her memories threaten her into a relapse or, will she fight to find her mother's killer - only to become his next victim?
Cathrina Constantine resides in Western New York with her husband, five children, two Labrador Retrievers and two cats. When not with her family, reading, or stationed at the computer, you will find her walking in the backwoods with her dogs, conjuring up a new tale.

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  1. Have to trick family for their own good, they'll thank you later haha

  2. I cracked up about Crista the wicked witch - that's the farthest thing possible from what Cathrina is! I read Don't Forget to Breathe when it first came out and it is a fantastic story - can't recommend it enough. :)

    1. Awww...thank you Julie. I guess I can't trick you. And thank you for the wonderful compliment about Don't Forget to Breathe!!!!

  3. Such fun. I love that Jerry won in the end. Yay! I'm looking forward to seeing shot of your witch costume, Cathrina. (You know you totally have to post one now, right?) ;)

    1. Jerry hasn't been winning much in these shorts. I'm glad I was able to redeem him. A costume eh, Bwah-ha-haaaa....

  4. I loved Catherine's answer to the zombie apocalypse -- taking her family on a "mini-vacation." LOL! I really enjoyed the flash fiction and the twist ending. Great job, Catherine!! :)

    Yolanda - You’ve won my October Frights 4-eBook Bundle giveaway! Check your inbox (and spam) for my email. If you can’t find it, write me at laura.6eg(at) Congrats!

    1. Thanks Lexa, just read the same in my email! So excited! The different endings are amazing and I'm so glad I'm not the judge for this contest! :)

  5. Goooo Jerry! YEAH! What a curvy, twisty way to end it. I thoroughly enjoyed it, Cathrina. *waves to Yolanda*

  6. A great ending Cathrina! (And I do love the covers of your books!) Excellent interview, if scary. Just right for Halloween!

    Hi Yolanda!! Great series!!

  7. Great answers, haha Don't Forget to Breath sounds good!

  8. A "wicked witch" who casts a Unity Spell of Love and Peace, huh? Sounds like my kinda witch!

    Great story, Cathrina. Just goes to show ya... even a trio of nasty witches can't beat death at his own game. (I had no idea the Grim Reaper's name was Jerry!)

  9. Getting rid of hatred would be nice. Too bad it's only a fantasy at the present time.

    Arlee Bird
    A to Z Challenge Co-host
    Tossing It Out

  10. Awesome twist to the end of the story! If only we could get rid of hatred. That would be a great treat. I like the spookiness of this time of year too, and I'd love to witness a paranormal event. Maybe one day!

  11. If we could only get rid of ignorance, hatred, and fear, the world would be perfect.

  12. Thank you Cathrina! Love these posts! Thank you for participating - your book sounds amazing!
    I'll get the email off to Madilyn so she can collect her win!

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