Why won’t you
just leave me alone?
just leave me alone?
John Everson
Copyright
© 2016 by John Everson
Most of the time, all I really want
is to be left alone.
Honestly.
Put me in a room with electricity, a
stereo and a beer fridge and I would be happy to stay there for hours. Days. I
could lose myself in the music, or open a file and lose myself in telling a
story. But the key part is being left alone.
When I go to a bar, I don’t want to
talk to the jibber-jabbering lonelyhearts sitting next to me. I want them to
shut up and watch the game on the overhead TV. Just leave me alone with my
thoughts and my beer and my laptop, please. You can imagine, with that
attitude, I don’t have a large posse of close friends!
That’s not to say that I’m a complete
misanthropic recluse. I host a big summer yard party at my house every year,
and a winter chili, ale and bourbon fest. I love cooking for people and playing
the host. But the events are held on my own terms, and when they’re done, the
people all go home and I’ve got my personal Fortress of Solitude back again.
I suspect that this may be a slightly
more male attitude than female. We don’t have woman caves, we have man caves…
the place where men retreat from the rest of the house thronging with voices
and feet. I know of far more anti-social men than women.
In any event, coming from that head
space, you can imagine that the thought of someone forcing themselves into my
personal space is a terrifying theme. Especially when that other person doesn’t
just want to be heard… they want a piece of you.
Stalking villains are a major trope
in horror. More than slimy, grotesque monsters, really our biggest communal
fear is of someone or something intruding upon our lives in a way we do not
want. Something coming out of the dark that just won’t go away.
One of the most effective horror
films of the past 25 years, for me, was High
Tension. One of the first films I ever saw from the French “extremity”
movement, it follows two college girls who are seemingly stalked by a brutal
killer. But the film’s truth is much worse. It’s a nailbiter start to finish
because throughout the film, the “personal space” (and lives) of person after
person are not only intruded upon, but shattered.
There are stalking villains who cause
mayhem for the pure love of violence, a la A
Clockwork Orange (anarchistic and frightening) and stalking stories due to
twisted love. I think the latter, which High
Tension falls into, is often the most disturbing, because the stalker’s
eyes look on the victim with love while dismantling any chance of love’s
happiness. What is worse than being murdered by love? It’s the ultimate
betrayal of humanity.
In my novel Siren, I touched on the stalking theme due to a lover spurned. When
the title character is rejected, she refuses to take no for an answer, and
stages a siege on her former lover’s home. His “man cave” is not only pummeled
by a rain of bloody, broken birds, but everything he loves is soon under
attack. Why? Because of spurned emotion.
At the end of the day, the heart is more deadly than any weapon.
In my novel The Pumpkin Man, the killer’s motives are less obvious at first…
but the victims all share a dark secret that they were involved in a quarter
century before. When the killer carves the likenesses of their faces in a
jack-o-lantern, he is memorializing them… and exposing their own evil as he
disappears with their heads in the dark of the night.
Past actions driven by the passions
of the heart can haunt us for the rest of our lives, no matter how we may try to
bury them. When seen through that eye, you can understand how attractive being
alone can be. It’s safer there away from the unpredictable actions of others.
There are no minds and hearts twisted by emotion to ruin the day or burn down
the night.
There is only you.
Of course, when you’re completely
alone, you’re also at your most vulnerable.
In some ways you’re safest when
you’re alone… and yet that creak in the floorboard just above… what if it isn’t
the wind, but the walk? The footsteps of your past coming back to bring some
misguided vengeance? He/she may have climbed in through the bedroom window.
Lowered a vengeful obsession back into your life from the roof.
No matter how closeted you keep
yourself, you must at some point interact. And you can never escape from the
things and people you’ve touched in the past. You will always, in some way, be
stalked by your past. In the end, we create our future peril with every word
and action of the now. Those actions may be kind or cruel… but how they’re transmuted
by the twisted minds of others can never be predicted or controlled.
And that may be the scariest thought
of all.
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Tales
beyond the darkness!
If you could bring your daughter back
from the dead...should you? If you could forget the worst event in your
life...would you?
In this collection of twenty-five
dark tales from Bram Stoker Award-winning author John Everson, you’ll meet a
host of provocative characters. Learn the secrets of the man whose pumpkin
carvings look strangely, disturbingly real. Visit a small town where the tavern
game isn’t about shots, but sharks. Meet the woman who finds an ancient sex
toy—and a salacious spirit—entombed beneath her garden. From quiet tales of
ghosts and cemeteries to extreme tales of erotic horror, Sacrificing Virgins
will take you to the bleeding edge...and beyond.
AUTHOR BIO
John Everson is the Bram Stoker
Award-winning author of eight novels of erotic horror and the macabre,
including his latest, the Fountain of Youth thriller THE FAMILY TREE, as well
as the Bram Stoker Award-nominated tour de force NIGHTWHERE, the Bram Stoker
Award-winner COVENANT, its sequel SACRIFICE and the standalone novels THE 13TH,
SIREN, THE PUMPKIN MAN, VIOLET EYES. He also is the author of four collections
of short horror fiction, including his latest, SACRIFICING VIRGINS.
John shares a deep purple den in Naperville, Illinois with a cockatoo and cockatiel, a disparate collection of fake skulls, twisted skeletal fairies, Alan Clark illustrations and a large stuffed Eeyore. There's also a mounted Chinese fowling spider named Stoker, an ever-growing shelf of custom mix CDs and an acoustic guitar that he can't really play but that his son likes to hear him beat on anyway. Sometimes his wife is surprised to find him shuffling through more public areas of the house, but it's usually only to brew another cup of coffee. In order to avoid the onerous task of writing, he occasionally records pop-rock songs in a hidden home studio, experiments with the insatiable culinary joys of the jalapeno, designs book covers for a variety of small presses, loses hours in expanding an array of gardens and chases frequent excursions into the bizarre visual headspace of '70s euro-horror DVDs with a shot of Makers Mark and a tall glass of Newcastle.
Learn more about John on his site, www.johneverson.com, where you can sign up for a direct-from-the-author monthly e-newsletter with information on new books, contests and occasionally, free fiction.
Want to connect? Follow John on Twitter @johneverson, or find him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/johneverson.
John shares a deep purple den in Naperville, Illinois with a cockatoo and cockatiel, a disparate collection of fake skulls, twisted skeletal fairies, Alan Clark illustrations and a large stuffed Eeyore. There's also a mounted Chinese fowling spider named Stoker, an ever-growing shelf of custom mix CDs and an acoustic guitar that he can't really play but that his son likes to hear him beat on anyway. Sometimes his wife is surprised to find him shuffling through more public areas of the house, but it's usually only to brew another cup of coffee. In order to avoid the onerous task of writing, he occasionally records pop-rock songs in a hidden home studio, experiments with the insatiable culinary joys of the jalapeno, designs book covers for a variety of small presses, loses hours in expanding an array of gardens and chases frequent excursions into the bizarre visual headspace of '70s euro-horror DVDs with a shot of Makers Mark and a tall glass of Newcastle.
Learn more about John on his site, www.johneverson.com, where you can sign up for a direct-from-the-author monthly e-newsletter with information on new books, contests and occasionally, free fiction.
Want to connect? Follow John on Twitter @johneverson, or find him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/johneverson.
I totally agree with you about going to a bar. I hate when people talk to me. I go to bars to get a drink, to speak with the people I came with or to watch the game. I also agree with you regarding what is scary about movies like High Tension. :)
ReplyDeleteHey Rhi! The bar thing is kind of funny - because a lot of people go to bars TO interact. Not me. I have ended up having some interesting conversations in that setting, but usually... I'm just wanting to get back to my own thoughts/writing. You won't find me striking up conversation with my neighbors on a plane, though, either!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading about the who of who you are. I understand the desire not to have people interfering with my time. I may not have a woman's cave but I do desire my own quiet space. Thanks for this . Vitina
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