Hello. Horror novelist and enthusiast here.

[GregSisco]

Hi. My name's Greg and I'm a horror addict.

I grew up with a bunch of brothers and a movie obsession. We used to go to the video store every weekend and grab five or ten horror movies out of the 50 cent section. Then we'd spend the weekend watching the entire Leprechaun series, or Friday the 13th 1-7, or whatever had the coolest cover. Times were good.

Recently I've published my first novel, the first installment of a four-part series dealing with 1,000 years of brotherhood between two vampires which becomes increasingly sour until they find themselves in a feud with one another. I also write and direct independent films (comedy, so far, but hopefully I'll be doing some horror sometime soon.)

Nice to meet all you guys. I'm glad to be here.

[MichaelMyers]

Welcome to horror.

[hammerfan]

Welcome to the forum!

[The Villain]

Welcome. I hope you enjoy it here.

[Fearonsarms]

Welcome hope you enjoy it here and stick around.

[proficient]

You lost me at Vampire but keep working. I respect but I have a special story planned for bloodsuckers called the sparrow.

Here's the intro.
Jasper sat atop a large round rock and tracked the sparrow as the bird made its way across the Ochrane Valley sky. He gave a quick lick of his thumb and held it above his forehead. I have you now thought Jasper as he took aim with his bee-bee gun. The bird soared high above him cutting through the afternoon breeze. The gun steadied then the soft thud of an air chamber made a distinct whoomph against the serenity of the graveyard. The Sparrow stopped its flight and crashed to the ground. Jasper put the air rifle over his shoulder and made his way toward the fallen bird, laughing and cawing the entire way. When he got to the fallen sparrow Jasper raised his fist and triumphantly shouted, “I got it Papa!”
“Dammit boy!” boomed a deep raspy voice, “stop fooling around out there. Can’t you see a storm is coming! Get back in here!”
“Sorry Papa!” shouted Jasper as he put his head down, which carried a crop of dirty blonde hair, and ran in the direction of Hopson’s Funeral Home.
The sparrow rested in the tall green grass and gasped its last breath. The bee-bee had struck it in the head. As the bird’s eyes closed, a tiny bluish light escaped its beak and dissipated into the warm summer air. In the distance a single bolt of lightning struck. The electrical charge beamed for miles around as it reached down from the heavens and split an oak tree in two. Shortly after the loud crack of lightning, thunder boomed across the ears of the resident’s of Ochrane Valley. Rain began to fall rapidly and the land was awash in rushing water. Out of the heavy rain walked a lone man. He slowly made his way toward Hopson’s Funeral Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcG47CpsU6cnothing like a little noise from Pink Floyd. Oh ya, hi!

[newb]

You lost me at Vampire but keep working. I respect but I have a special story planned for bloodsuckers called the sparrow.

Here's the intro.
Jasper sat atop a large round rock and tracked the sparrow as the bird made its way across the Ochrane Valley sky. He gave a quick lick of his thumb and held it above his forehead. I have you now thought Jasper as he took aim with his bee-bee gun. The bird soared high above him cutting through the afternoon breeze. The gun steadied then the soft thud of an air chamber made a distinct whoomph against the serenity of the graveyard. The Sparrow stopped its flight and crashed to the ground. Jasper put the air rifle over his shoulder and made his way toward the fallen bird, laughing and cawing the entire way. When he got to the fallen sparrow Jasper raised his fist and triumphantly shouted, “I got it Papa!”
“Dammit boy!” boomed a deep raspy voice, “stop fooling around out there. Can’t you see a storm is coming! Get back in here!”
“Sorry Papa!” shouted Jasper as he put his head down, which carried a crop of dirty blonde hair, and ran in the direction of Hopson’s Funeral Home.
The sparrow rested in the tall green grass and gasped its last breath. The bee-bee had struck it in the head. As the bird’s eyes closed, a tiny bluish light escaped its beak and dissipated into the warm summer air. In the distance a single bolt of lightning struck. The electrical charge beamed for miles around as it reached down from the heavens and split an oak tree in two. Shortly after the loud crack of lightning, thunder boomed across the ears of the resident’s of Ochrane Valley. Rain began to fall rapidly and the land was awash in rushing water. Out of the heavy rain walked a lone man. He slowly made his way toward Hopson’s Funeral Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcG47CpsU6cnothing like a little noise from Pink Floyd. Oh ya, hi!

great Floyd song

[proficient]

It's okay. Hahaha!

[GregSisco]

You lost me at Vampire but keep working. I respect but I have a special story planned for bloodsuckers called the sparrow.

Here's the intro.
Jasper sat atop a large round rock and tracked the sparrow as the bird made its way across the Ochrane Valley sky. He gave a quick lick of his thumb and held it above his forehead. I have you now thought Jasper as he took aim with his bee-bee gun. The bird soared high above him cutting through the afternoon breeze. The gun steadied then the soft thud of an air chamber made a distinct whoomph against the serenity of the graveyard. The Sparrow stopped its flight and crashed to the ground. Jasper put the air rifle over his shoulder and made his way toward the fallen bird, laughing and cawing the entire way. When he got to the fallen sparrow Jasper raised his fist and triumphantly shouted, “I got it Papa!”
“Dammit boy!” boomed a deep raspy voice, “stop fooling around out there. Can’t you see a storm is coming! Get back in here!”
“Sorry Papa!” shouted Jasper as he put his head down, which carried a crop of dirty blonde hair, and ran in the direction of Hopson’s Funeral Home.
The sparrow rested in the tall green grass and gasped its last breath. The bee-bee had struck it in the head. As the bird’s eyes closed, a tiny bluish light escaped its beak and dissipated into the warm summer air. In the distance a single bolt of lightning struck. The electrical charge beamed for miles around as it reached down from the heavens and split an oak tree in two. Shortly after the loud crack of lightning, thunder boomed across the ears of the resident’s of Ochrane Valley. Rain began to fall rapidly and the land was awash in rushing water. Out of the heavy rain walked a lone man. He slowly made his way toward Hopson’s Funeral Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcG47CpsU6cnothing like a little noise from Pink Floyd. Oh ya, hi!

Not bad. I'll go head to head with you on this one. Here's the first page of my book:

Tyr pulled off the lid and shoved the naked body head first into the steel drum. She was five feet ten inches and 140 pounds, big for the incinerator. Normally his rule of thumb was any girl over five foot eight was off limits since it usually meant having to cut them up in order to dispose of them, but this showgirl had been making eyes at him all night and he couldn’t resist.
Her legs splayed out in a “V” at the top of the barrel. He tried to fold them downward so he could light her up, mash the lid down on top of her, and move on with his life. Her left leg folded in fine, but the right one was temperamental. He tried breaking the bones in her shin and thigh, but the limb still wanted to hang over the side of the drum, preventing him from securing the lid. Shit. Maybe if he hadn’t packed so much wood and paper into the sides of the barrel, if the bitch hadn’t had such an obnoxiously big goddamn purse…
He considered taking the purse inside and burning it separately in the wood stove, but he didn’t like to break tradition. Next thing he knew he’d have ten charred tubes of lipstick in the fireplace. No, he’d gone to the trouble to build the incinerator; he might as well incinerate with the damn thing.
He turned toward the toolshed to get the saw.
It was then he noticed the figure strolling toward him from out in the distance.

[leezuki]

welcome to the forum