MARK LUKENS: Interview

On behalf of Halloweenpalooza, thanks so much for agreeing to participate. Let’s start with some quickies:

Favorite color:  Blue.
Favorite scene in a horror flick:  There are so many, but I always liked the scene in “The Thing” (John Carpenter’s version) where the guy is on the table and they’re trying to resuscitate him—then the man’s head becomes a living thing and tears itself away from his neck and grows spider-like legs.
Dogs or cats:  I like both, but since we have a cat right now, I’d have to vote for cats.
Male or female friends:  Both.
Guilty pleasure:  Curling up on the couch, drinking a few beers, and watching a scary movie.
Favorite Halloween costume that you’ve seen:  I’m not sure if this was a Halloween costume or not, but I saw a guy once in a Transformers costume, and when he crouched down the robot costume became a car.
Favorite Halloween candy:  Anything chocolate.
Have You Ever Carved a Pumpkin:  Yes, many times.
Favorite monster:  I don’t know if this counts—but Christine (the car from the Stephen King novel) is my favorite. A ’58 Plymouth Fury with a taste for blood.

1.     What was your best Halloween ever?   

There are so many of them, but if I had to pick one, it would be taking my son trick-or-treating when he was eight years old. We decorated the house with fake spider webs and even built a life-size dummy on the front porch with a werewolf mask. After we were done trick-or-treating, Brandon begged me to tell him some scary stories. So my wife and I turned off most of the lights, lit a few candles, and we sat in a circle on the floor. I began telling some scary stories, and a few moments later Brandon got so scared that he begged me to stop telling them.

2.    What do you think influenced you to write horror? And is writing horror everything you thought it would be?

I’ve always wanted to write for as long as I can remember. When I was eight or nine years old, I would read the sci-fi books that my parents had on the bookshelf. I tried to write stories like the ones I’d read, and I produced copycat Bradbury and Clarke tales.

But what really influenced me to write horror was when I was in eighth grade and a friend of mine told me about a book he was reading called “The Stand.” I listened to his description of it and I knew I had to read this book. I knew who Stephen King was because I’d watched “The Shining” by myself when I was nine years old and it scared the hell out of me. So I went to the library (which was a tiny space next to the Winn Dixie across the street from our trailer park), and they only had a few Stephen King books—and they didn’t have “The Stand.” So I checked out “Christine” and I burned right through it. After reading that book, I knew I wanted to write tales like this. I checked out “‘Salem’s Lot” next, and then “The Dead Zone,” and on and on from there.

I love writing in many genres (sci-fi, thrillers, even dramas), but I keep coming back to horror. Even if I write something that’s a straight sci-fi or thriller, I find myself creating dark scenes in the story.

3.    With so many types of horror out there, what do you bring to the picnic table? How would you describe your potato salad?

I think there are many sub-genres in horror: slasher, vampire, zombie, supernatural, serial killer—so I think there’s a lot out there to choose from. I have to admit that a lot of my books and stories lean more towards monsters and the supernatural. The one thing I try to do with my books and stories is get to the action right away. I like to read books that jump right into the story and after each chapter you’re hooked. You’re saying: I’ll just read one more chapter. I try to do that with my books—keep teasing the reader along. Another thing that my “potato salad” has is a twist at the end of most of my novels and stories. I love reading books where I’m not really sure how it’s going to end, and then when it does, it’s an ending I wasn’t quite expecting.

4.    Could you please post a small excerpt from any book that you think best exemplifies you?

         This is the very beginning of ANCIENT ENEMY:

CHAPTER ONE

         New Mexico Badlands – Anasazi Dig Site

He was out there—she was sure of it.

            Stella remained perfectly still. She listened for sounds of movement around the dark room, but all she could hear was heavy breathing, some snoring, and the ceaseless wind that howled around the trailer. The room was claustrophobic with the smells of body odor, sweat, and fear. She made herself wait a few more minutes before opening her eyes. She wanted to be sure everyone else was asleep.

            Under the thin sheet that covered her body, Stella was fully dressed. She even had her hiking boots on. She had been planning this for more than a day now. This was her only chance.

            And David’s only chance.

            Finally, after counting slowly to one hundred, Stella opened her eyes just a crack. She sat up, not making a sound. She looked around the dark room at the few people who were left; some of them curled up on chairs, some of them on the floor. Some clutched weapons in their hands as they slept: knives, archaeological axes, anything that could be used in defense.

            Jake, who was supposed to be awake and on guard, slept in a fetal position on the floor, a hunting knife gripped in one hand.

            Stella watched Jake as she pulled the sheet away from her body and swung her feet to the floor. Keeping her eyes on Jake the whole time, she groped in the darkness for her purse on the floor beside the couch. The keys to her rusted and battered Chevy Suburban were inside the purse.

            She grabbed her coat from the end of the couch and stood up in the darkness. She froze. Someone coughed and snorted in their sleep, but then the person rolled over and laid still. After the four days of terror they’d been through, it was unbelievable that they could sleep at all—but the body eventually surrenders to its basic need for food and sleep.

            And survival, her mind whispered.

            Stella crept past a table cluttered with labeled Anasazi artifacts that they had dug out of the cave only a week ago.

            Had it been only a week? It seemed like years—another lifetime.

            Stella made it to the side door of the trailer, unlocked it, opened it, and slipped out into the night.

            Jake’s eyes popped open. He sat up in the darkness and watched Stella leave. He gripped the hunting knife in his hand, his forearm muscles bunching. He got to his feet and walked to the back door of the trailer.

            He knew what he had to do.

*

         Stella hurried down the trailer steps and stood on the rocky ground of the canyon floor. She spotted David forty yards away, bundled up in his coat as he gazed out at the barren landscape under the starry night sky. Stella glanced back at the trailer—no one coming yet—and then she hurried out to David.

            She stood beside David. He seemed so small and fragile, only nine years old. He was at least half Navajo, maybe even full-blooded, but she didn’t know for sure. The only thing she knew about David was that the others inside the trailer wanted to kill him.

            Stella touched David’s shoulder, a gentle touch. He looked up at her and his eyes seemed like dark shimmering pools of liquid in the night.

            “David, we need to leave right now. You understand, don’t you?”

            He nodded and offered her his hand.

            She took it and they ran.

* * *

5.    What scares you? Have you had any encounters with the supernatural?

A lot of things scare me. Dying and not being here anymore is a lot of people’s fear. The fear of anything happening to my son, my wife, or my family is another fear of mine. Getting sick and becoming a burden to my loved ones. I guess these fears are so real that I like to escape into the world of monsters and the supernatural.

My dad’s mother (my grandmother) seemed to attract the supernatural when she was alive. She liked to read palms and read people’s fortunes in the cards. And it seemed like a lot of the houses they rented were haunted. My sister and I used to spend the summer with my grandparents from when we were six years old up until we were twelve, and we saw some very strange things in two of those houses—one in Crescent City, Florida (that was the bad one), and one in DeLand, Florida. Also, my father has some spooky stories about some of the houses they lived in when he was a kid.  

6.      Uh-oh! A mad magician just cast a spell that would bring all your characters to life! What’s the name of the one character you would most not want to meet and why should he, she, or it never be unleashed on the unsuspecting public?

I guess the character I would most not want to meet would have to be the ancient force from my first novel “Ancient Enemy.” The Ancient Enemy in the book is a shape-shifting force that can slip out from its dimension into ours. It’s very powerful and it can control the dead like puppets, getting them to do whatever it wants. There’s really no way to fight it—you need someone like the young boy in the book (David), so hopefully the mad magician would bring David to life along with the Ancient Enemy.

7.    Would you be up for a ghost hunting session? If, yes, where would you most like it conducted and who would you most like to contact? What would you hope they’d say?   

Like I said above, my grandmother was into that kind of stuff. So I watched her read playing cards and conduct séances. She was trying to contact her mother in some of the séances (the woman who adopted her because she never found out who her real mother was), and some very spooky stuff happened. But if I was in a ghost hunting session, I’m not sure who I would like to contact—maybe some of my family members who have died.

8.    What is it about the power of the written word that has the ability to scare us so profoundly?

I think a reader can become immersed in the world of a story for a short time if the author can paint a picture for them—and some writers (and filmmakers) are better at this than others. I think the same thing happens when you watch a good film—you’re in that world for those two hours. I think it’s a little like being in a trance or self-hypnosis. For me, as a reader, it’s pretty easy for me to get lost in the world of the story I’m reading.  

9.    If you could channel one master of horror that’s passed, who would it be and what do you think the result of your collaboration would be?

That’s a tough one because most of my favorites are still alive: Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robert McCammon, Clive Barker, and many others. There are a few writers I always wanted to meet, but they have passed away: Arthur C. Clarke, Michael Crichton, and Ray Bradbury. I guess Ray Bradbury would be the one I would reach out to if I had to choose one. Ray Bradbury could be called a speculative fiction writer, and some of his stuff could be dark (Something Wicked This Way Comes). I don’t know what I would say to Ray Bradbury; I would probably just listen to whatever he had to say and definitely take some notes.

10.   What’s next for Mark Lukens? We want to hear all about your next work!  

I’m working with a few producers and a production company for a horror film right now, but nothing is being shot yet. As far as my books, I’m beginning to work on two different series. One is a post-apocalyptic series about a group of characters who come together after the economy and all laws collapse—but there’s something else going on, something is happening to people, changing them.

The other series I’m beginning to work on is a straight thriller, but I believe it would still appeal to horror fans. It’s about an FBI consultant who was the only survivor of her family’s massacre by a serial killer, and now she has dedicated her life to tracking down serial killers, but her main target has always been the man who killed her family.

I’m also publishing “Devil’s Island” on Kindle very soon, and I’m working on another collection of short stories. I’m also working on a sword and sorcery fantasy series with my longtime friend—it’s called “The Changing Stone.”

I have some other things I’m working on. I have more ideas than time to write. But that’s a good thing, I guess.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mark Lukens has been writing since the second grade when his teacher called his parents in for a conference because the ghost story he'd written had her a little concerned.

Since then he's had several stories published and four screenplays optioned by producers in Hollywood. One script is in development to be produced. He is the author of Ancient Enemy, Descendants of Magic, The Summoning, Night Terrors, Sightings, The Exorcist's Apprentice, What Lies Below, Ghost Town: a novella, and A Dark Collection: 12 Scary Stories. He is a member of The Horror Writers Association.

He grew up in Daytona Beach, Florida. But after many travels and adventures, he settled down in Tampa, Florida with his wonderful wife and son, and a stray cat they adopted.

He would love to hear from you and he can be found at www.marklukensbooks.com, and also on Facebook at MarkLukensBooks, and on Twitter @marklukensbooks. He can be reached by e-mail at marklukensbooks@yahoo.com.

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THE EXORCIST’S APPRENTICE

Genre: supernatural horror/thriller

For centuries the Roman Catholic Church has employed a select few to investigate the most extreme cases of demonic possession, haunted places, and paranormal activity. Often, the calling of an Investigator is passed down from father to son.

After surviving a tragic accident, seventeen year old Danny Lambert is sent to live with his father, Paul, who is an Investigator for the Church. At first Danny resists the calling to become an Investigator, but after the horrors he sees, he agrees to begin training with his father.

Danny and Paul are given their first assignment: the haunting of a house in a remote corner of upstate New York. Inside this house Danny will discover a horrifying, mind-blowing secret that will not only change his life, but how he sees everything forever.