Inside the Padded Room With TGReaper and Wolf Man Mac

IN THE PADDED ROOM WITH WOLF MAN MAC!Welcome back to the padded room! Sit back, settle in and join me in welcoming the amazing Wolf man Mac!T.G.: Bleedings Wolf man! This is indeed an honor!WM: Fangs alot! I have to admit, at first I didn't like the idea of wearing this straitjacket, but now I'm really digging how easy it is to bounce off the walls! T.G.: Wolf man, please tell us a little bit about yourselfW.M.: I was born at an early age. HOL (howl out loud), I crack myself up! I'm just a cat that lives and breathes all things spooky, can't get enough of it. My house is decorated with what 'normal' people would consider halloween decorations all year 'round. I'm even part owner of a year 'round haunted house called SINister Haunted House and Glow Golf, in Shelby Twp, MI. You can get your haunt fix 365 days a year! I dig rockabilly, retro pin up chicks, rat rods and roller derby. Even my chick is all bats, fangs, and bettie bangs! T.G.: Did you work on anything before the legendary Nightmare Sinema?W.M.: Wow, I don't get asked a whole lot about Nightmare SINema anymore. Kinda regret changing the name of the show sometimes, but needed to in order to appeal to the masses, expand our reach, spread like the plague. I was a rock and roll radio jock for just about 23 years before starting the TV show. T.G.: What’s your favorite horror movie?W.M.: Oh man, I dig 'em all. I'm not one for slasher/torture flicks. I'm more into the classics, cheesy public domain and universal monster movies mostly, but I honestly find it impossible to name just one. I like a good ghost story. I want creatures, aliens, all that jazz. T.G.: The swamp sisters made an awesome video with you. What was it like to be in a music video?W.M.: The Swamp Sister are just one of MANY talented groups that do all the cool horror tunes that I love. I had a great time with it. I wanted to pretend that I was playing the guitar and do some cool guitar playing facial expressions, but it never happened. Maybe next time. T.G.: Tell us about Chiller Drive in!W.M.: Wolfman Mac's Chiller Drive-In is a family friendly, horror hosted TV show that air campy, public domain monster and sci fi movies every Saturday night on the REtro Television Network at 10pm, and pretty soon webstreaming online via www.chillerdrivein.com You'll be able to watch us anytime,anywhere. As horror hosts go, and there are a LOT of great ones out there, ours is more of a situation comedy that takes place around the showing of a movie. Think; Herman Munster meets Tim the tool manTaylor. We even have our own town; Hauntington Heights. There's a zombie deli where you can order a side of 'new york stripper', and a bar we all go to called 'zombie au go go. Pretty cool. We tape our TV show in the belly of the largest haunted house on the planet; Erebus, in Pontiac MI. hauntedpontiac.com, the place is HUGE and so cool. T.G.: Any upcoming events?W.M.: Heck yeah, if you're in Michigan there's gobs of 'em. The first Thursday of every month we host a killer B movie at the main art theater in royal oak. People make fun of the movie, point laser pens, toss beach balls around, it's a riot! Then of course my haunted house is always doing something cool. THIS Saturday I'm hosting a zombie costume contest. T.G.: You have an amazing cast of characters on your show, some of which I have or are going to interview for the padded room. What is it like to work with these guys?W.M.: not only are my cast of characters great, but I've also got a very creative and supportive crew. In total we have about 40 cast and crew. There's a lot of laughter and camaraderie on and off the set. So talented. T.G.: Thanks again Wolf man Mac for joining me here in the padded room!W.M.: Thank YOU! And as we say here in Hauntington Heights, Stay Creepy!!

Writers Notes

Might be getting some of my work made into a movie. I dont want to jinx it, but I will know tomorrow morning. Wish me luck!

The Interview with the always amazing Lia Scott Price

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1. 1. What genre do you write in?Horror, horror, and more horror. Oh, did I mention horror?2. Do you have any books published, and if you do, what are they called?The Guardian, Revenant, and Dominion, A trilogy (Serial Killer and Vampire Guardian Angels TM), Ghostwriter, and Resurrection (Serial Killer novels). You can find the books on myspace.com/liascottprice.3. When did you start writing?After my first divorce. Bad times are good times for writing. :)4. What inspires you to write?Oh, where do I start? Let's put it this way. I'll stop only when the voices tell me to.It's the challenges of life, actually. They inspire creativity. 5. I know you probably get asked this all the time, but where do you get your ideas from?Natural selection. Of the human population.6. What do you enjoy, when your not writing?Natural selection. Of the human population. >:) (oh, and filming, acting, and writing music.)7. This is something I get asked alot, so I enjoy the chance to bug another writer with it: What is your daily writing ritual like?Skip meds. Write. Watch the news. Laugh. Write. Eat. Write. Ignore the shiny objects (they're distracting). Talk to the voices. Write. 8. Do you outline? Why or why not?My method is scribbling on anything that has a blank surface. That includes anyone within reach, although getting them to stand still while I transfer the notes to my computer is tricky. I actually use post-it notes. I write a thought down, and put it together like a jigsaw puzzle later, so each note has to have a title. Sample: Serial killer book 1: idea......it was NOT a dark and stormy night.....and so on.9. How do you feel about the world of publishing today?Self-publishing is it, people. Take control of your destiny! Become your own publisher! Online print-on-demand rocks! 10. Where do you see yourself in five years?In a psychiatric ward, teaching creative writing in between group sessions.Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions. Now I have a few questions that are totally unrelated to writing.1. pepsi or coke?Coke rules.2. classic music or classic rock?Death Metal.3. horror movie or lifetime movie?I'd like to turn the lifetime movies into Horror movies. "Project Runway: Carnage on the Catwalk!, Tonight at 9!" Hot.4. meat eater or vegetarian?I eat vegetarians for breakfast.5. Sci fi or Horror?Both, of course!6. Water ski or Down hill ski?Downhill all the way.7. Christmas or Halloween?Now here' s the thing about Christmas. There's a strange bearded guy in a costume, he's wearing red, and cavorts with cloven-hooved animals.....he punishes the bad (with no presents)....Santa? Satan? Not too far off of a stretch, eh? Think about it. Christmas and Halloween could be one and the same. Just sayin'. I think Jeebus would agree.8. Drink alone or with friends?Now I would love to be a bartender, but the ironic thing is, I don't drink. Now that would be the perfect bartender, wouldn't it? Um, what was the question again?9. Dr. Phil or Dr. Pepper?Dr. Phil would have to start seeing his own shrink if he met me.10. A perfect night: Wine and cheese or Pizza and beer?Cheese pizza with beer-infused garlic crust and wine.Thanks again and keep writing!!

Sorry if this looks clustered, I'm still new at this! Major thanks to Lia for doing the interview. If you havent read her work, or watched her videos, you need to. Look her up on youtube, you'll thank me later!

Sweet nightmares!

TGReaper

The Lost word writers group

Greetings my friends! I wanted to take a minute to give some kudos to a group in very deserving of them. The Lost Word Writers Group. I had a meeting with them last night, and while I was sitting there, I realized how lucky I truly was to be among them. The group is extremely diverse, yet unified at the same time. Let me tell you about the members:

Donrad: A brilliant man who has already done more than most of us could ever dream of doing. He has rubbed elbows with musical celebrities during his time as a band manager in San Francisco. His rants can give Rush Limbaugh a run for his money!

GG Bloodline: Another brilliant writer. Her poetry is nothing short of amazing, and her stories are fresh and vibrant. She is a future bestseller; I have no doubt about it.

Phil Bannister: Wow, this guy will completely blow your mind. His writing is exciting, humorous, and laced in truth. Always quick with a smile, Phil is truly inspirational.

John Shwabe: I’m not sure if I am spelling his name correctly, so forgive me if I am destroying it. John is a poet without equal. His words are awe inspiring, and he will sweep you into his emotionally charged universe.

Dennis Neely: Dennis is one with nature and with history. He has a love for hunting the old ways that you can just feel. His writing is nothing short of incredible, and I always look forward to reading his work and talking to him.

Autumn Rosewood: It has been an honor watching Autumn grow into the written word. She has come so far with her writing, it just makes me proud. She has work in the book Tears of the Phoenix. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy.

Devlin Giroux: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the writer I want to be someday. Devlin understands what true horror is supposed to read like, and he is a true master of the craft. Watch for him.

Cynthia Parker: Another poet that has improved by leaps and bounds. She has recently published two books of poetry, and she has more work coming soon. Again, I say look out for her. She will amaze you.

John Stark: One of the newer faces in the Lost word world. He has and shares a ton of potential and I look forward to watching him take the world by storm.

I wouldn’t be right if I didn’t add Dave Murray and Pat Wetherbee to the mix. Dave is an amazing artist who happens to be my mentor. Pat is a film maker who got me hooked on rewriting some of my work as screen plays. Again I will say it…look out for these guys!

As a group we have a book on the market and another two in the works. Within These walls is available now both online and at Best Books in Jackson Michigan. Potter’s Field is coming soon. I give you my prediction: This group and its members are going to go far in the written word. Tomorrow’s best selling authors are right here. Check them out!
Sweet nightmares everyone!
Tgreaper

book review for fallen from shadow

FALLEN FROMSHADOWby Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc


Let me start by saying this is one of the fastest reviews that I have ever written. Not because I wanted to get it over with, but because I couldn’t tear myself away from the story. When I read the opening passage to the story, I had to send Andrea a message telling her how much that one passage just blew me away. As you know, the opener to a story is probably the most important thing an author writes. It has to hook the reader. This reader was hooked. Sometimes, unfortunately, the story tends to weaken afterwards. That is not the case here. The story just kept getting better.

Farayne is a bored socialite with a free spirit that she decides to answer. Her story and adventure is incredibly well crafted as we follow her exploits in life and love. The story is an epic tale of an ancient vampire and an eternal love that truly needs to be read. Add to that the drama of a woman, living with the guilt of leaving her mother barren, and a control freak father who hated the notion of Farayne being a female. A broken family is something I and many others can relate to, and you can’t help but feel for the character’s pain.

Before I go any further, remember that this is a romance. Even with the creatures of the night involved, there is a tale of true love here. I am not a fan of romance stories, no offense to any romance authors out there; I just can’t get into them. This story, however, was so well written I couldn’t help but love it!

Andrea is a beautiful soul with an unending well of talent. I am honored to know her and thankful for having the opportunity to read her latest book. I consider this a must read, and I give it 5 out of 5 bones!

Review written by T.G.Reaper
Best selling author of Empty Graves and the soon to be released Meat Puppet

a truck fell on me book review by tgreaper

A TRUCK FELL ON ME
BY CHARLIE RENNE
BOOK REVIEW BY T.G.Reaper
November 6th was a beautiful, warm day with temps reaching the sixties. The only thing on Charlie's mind was that wonderful day was going home to do some outside chores. He saw the truck coming in the opposite lane and never gave it a second thought. He didn't realize that truck was going to change his life forever.
What happens next is nothing short of miraculous. Charlie's never quit attitude is awe inspiring. You feel like your going through the pain as he describes everything from the accident to the agony of the healing process.
He literally fought his way back from an accident that should have killed him into the man he is today.
A Truck Fell on Me is the inspirational story that has changed my life. It's a great reminder that no matter how bad life gets, with a strong will and never say die attitude, we can overcome life's obstacles.
The book also has several pictures of both the destroyed car and of Charlie as he fought to recover. This is a real pager turner and life changer. I give it 5 out of 5 bones. You need to read this book.

my annual halloween story

SHELTER FROM THE NIGHT
TGREAPER2007

She stood on the side of the road. Torn, faded
black dress and gloves, short hair blowing over her
face, hiding her eyes. She seemed to come from
nowhere, she just appeared in my headlights, thumb
outstretched. I was not one to pick up hitch hikers,
but I couldn't live with myself if I left her there.
She climbed into the car and thanked me. I told
her my name and she told me hers was Melissa. I
noticed as we drove on down the highway, whenever I
reached down to shift the car it felt like an icy cold
breeze oozing from her. We came across an exit and she
asked me to take it. I did so and followed the curb
around to a small town called Johnson Creek. Melissa
asked me to turn right onto the main road and follow
it to the second light. During this trip she sat in
total silence. That is, until we reached the second
light, then she started to cry. Not a bored out scream
fest, but a soft whimper. I turned to ask her what was
wrong and realized she was no longer sitting next to
me. Her whimper was there, plain as day, but I was
looking at an empty seat. Adrenaline rushed through my
veins along with the cold chill of fear. I pulled to
the side of the road, trying to get my bearings back.
I looked around at my surroundings: a grocery store
across the street, a few houses, and a chapel on the
corner. I had pulled up next to a hotel, the vacancy
sign winking at me in the darkness. A hot shower and
some shut eye sounded like the perfect cure for frayed
nerves, so I drove on into the empty parking lot and
went inside.
The hotel was massive. Hardwood floors with huge
rugs tossed across them, High ceilings draped with
chandeliers, the lobby was decorated with leather
furniture, and glass end tables. It was like something
out of a Victorian novel, and it looked way out of my
price range. I started back towards the door when a
voice stopped me.
"Welcome to the Roadside Inn. May I help you?"
The man looked to be a hundred and fifty, skin draped
tight against his skull. There was something cold
about his smile.
"Hi, I was just leaving. I didn't realize how
high class this place is. It looked different on the
outside."
"No reason to leave. Don't let the extravagance
fool you. We are very affordable. In fact, some stay
so long, they never leave." Again with the cold smile.
I walked over to him at the front desk and the smile
widened. He took a huge book out from behind the desk
and dropped it on the counter top. It landed with a
thud that echoed through the whole lobby.
"Sign here please," he said, handing me a pen. I
felt an odd chill as I scribbled my name in the book.
The old man watched me with an insane look on his
face. When I was finished he yanked the book away from
me.
"Good. I'll have my night bellhop show you to
your room." He dropped his decomposed hand on a bell.
"Melissa!!"
A young lady stepped out of the shadows, her eyes
hidden under short brown hair. I nearly collapsed when
I saw her again. My mouth was wide opened. I knew I
looked like an idiot, but I couldn't stop staring.
"Any luggage sir?" She asked in that same sweet
voice. I could feel that cold air coming off her
again.
"How did you get here? You never got out of the
car, but you were gone." I was stammering horribly.
She smiled slightly.
"Sir, you are starting to creep me out," she
replied, pointing down a darkened hallway. "This way
sir."
I followed her, babbling on about her
disappearing from my car in the middle of the night
and she kept assuring me she had been working all
night. She offered to bring her time card by my room
to prove it to me. Hearing this, I realized how
foolish I was being and I apologized to her. We walked
the rest of the way in silence. I thought I could hear
voices, soft ones saying welcome. Melissa didn't seem
to notice and I wasn't about to bring it up out of
fear she would have me committed. She took me to the
last door on the right, room 302. She handed me the
key and walked away, not saying a word. Not that I
could blame her. I was acting like a mad man.
The room was as amazing as the rest of the hotel.
Massive bed, with a closet off the left side of the
foot and a bathroom with shower on the right. I took
full advantage of the shower before turning off the
lights and climbing into bed. It didn't take long
before I was asleep.
Strange images filled my mind. A young couple
dancing in the courtyard of the hotel, both of them
badly decomposed and well past death. That image
changed to another room, in the hotel but not like my
own. A man was being stabbed repeatedly by several
others. It was like a party. They people were dressed
up nicely, drink in one hand and dagger in the other.
Both men and women. My mind's eye moved from guest to
guest, as if I were a witness to the party. I didn't
recognize any of the murderers, but I could never
forget the two in the doorway: The old man and
Melissa. My attention switched back to the victim of
this massacre, and I realized it was me that was being
impaled.
I sat up in bed, cold sweat pouring from my body.
I could hear something, and as my mind caught up with
the rest of me I realized the water was running in my
bathroom. I could see the light on under the door, and
a shadow dancing in the light. Someone was in my room.
I unplugged the bed side lamp and carried it with me
as I crept to the bathroom door. I took a deep breath,
then yanked the door open. There was no one there. The
water and light were both off. I turned the light back
on and checked the sink. It was dry. I looked at
myself in the mirror and noticed something in the
reflection. Melissa was standing behind me. I turned
around and she was gone. I had enough of this place,
it was time to leave.
As I stepped into the hallway, I could hear the
voices again. This time they weren't whispers, but
cheers and shouts of excitement. I remember the front
door being a straight shot down the other end of the
hall, so I broke into a full run. Someone shushed the
voices to silence before saying: "He's in the
hallway."
Doors on both sides of me flung open all the way
down the hallway. People in party dresses and tuxedos
filled the doorways, daggers in hand. They watched me
run past, all of them wearing the same look as the old
man at the front desk. The young couple from my dream
were sitting in the lobby as I entered it. They
pointed to the door and shouted:"GO NOW!" The old man
appeared in front of me, blocking my only way out.
"Relax," he said in a soothing voice that didn't
match his expression. "You are a welcome guest. You
can sign out whenever you want. We are always happy to
receive others. But once you sign out, you can NEVER
LEAVE!"
I felt something sharp ram my back. I turned to
see Melissa holding a knife with blood dripping from
it. Instinct took over.
"Bitch!" I shouted as I slammed my fist into her
jaw. She stood there and smiled, totally unfazed by
the blow. I could see the party-ers filling the room
behind her. In desperation, I turned to punch the old
man, but he wasn't there. Without hesitation I ran
through the glass door, not bothering to open it
first. I was bleeding profusely, leaving a dark red
trail behind me as I staggered to my car. I climbed
in, fumbling for the keys. The broken doorway was
filled with guests, all watching me, probably waiting
to see if I keel over. The car came to life with the
first turn of the key. I fought the clutch until I
found the right gear and took off towards the road. As
I pulled out of the lot the pain that was shooting
through my body suddenly stopped. I looked down at my
tattered, blood soaked clothes and couldn't see a
smear of blood on them. I looked in the rear-view
mirror at the hotel and stopped dead in the street. I
had to get out to see this for myself.
The hotel looked condemned. The windows were
boarded up, the broken glass door was replaced with
plywood. Curiosity getting the best of me I pulled
back into the parking lot and drove up to the door.
The sun was just beginning to creep up on the horizon,
giving the place a pale image. I took the flashlight
from my glove box and went inside.
The lobby that earlier looked majestic was now in
ruin. Dust and chipped paint was everywhere. The guest
book sat on the counter top among cobwebs and cracked
wood. I opened the book to the last page and stared in
disbelief at my signature. I felt a familiar cold
chill and decided it was time to leave.
Melissa was hitchhiking along side the road as I
pulled out of town. I honked and waved and kept on driving.