The Birth of CREATURE - Hunter Shea

In his latest novel - CREATURE - Hunter Shea has created a masterpiece of horror. here, he gives us an insight into how the story was born.

 She was unconscious. She had been for days now. The only sounds in the room were the beeping of her monitors, the soft chatter of the television. Over the past few months, I’d learn to understand what the various numbers on the monitors meant. This day, none of them were good. With each passing hour, they worsened.

Acid roiled in my stomach while I held her cold hand. My wife and I were twins at that moment, both beyond words. I tried to talk to her, the nurses telling me she could hear me, but what could I say? I murmured that I loved her from time to time, my words trailing off, tumbling into tears.

Night had come. There was a knock on the door. He was here.

The priest, who had delivered pictures he’d drawn for my wife these past torturous months, always with a smile and words of encouragement, was somber and silent. He paused beside her bed, his hand on her forehead. His gaze flicked to me, as if asking for some sign of further reassurance. I had already agreed for him to perform last rites earlier. I couldn’t bear to give that permission again.

Instead, I concentrated on her face, so pale, eyes closed, mouth slack. I didn’t realize he’d begun, deaf to his somber prayers. He anointed her head with oil from a small jar.

A nurse stepped into the room, saw the awful thing that was taking place, turned and left us. People walking outside, laughing their stress away. The overhead speaker blared for a doctor to pick up a phone line. Outside the window, a bus belched diesel, rumbling along its last trip for the night. People out there carried on, not knowing that my wife was going to die.

I hated them. I hated the priest, this man who had always been welcome in her room. I hated God. I hated the doctors.

It seemed wrong to be bursting with hate. Not at this moment. Would my hate spill into my wife like an ink stain? We wanted her soul to ascend to heaven, free of pain and fear. Could my hate alter her course? There were rules. Priests and nuns and teachers had hammered them in my head all throughout school, but I couldn’t remember a single one now.

Fuck their rules. And fuck their heaven.

The priest spoke to me. I nodded, wordless, pleading with my eyes for him to just go.

The room was dark. We were alone again. The nurses, previously tending to her like bees in a hive, came less and less. Visiting hours were over. The rooms and halls and streets tip-toed into night silence.

I gripped her limp hand, her fingers like ice now.

I watched the monitors, the numbers descending.

The night wore on. Together, we waited.

People ask authors all the time where they find their inspiration. Sometimes it’s something as simple as a turn of a phrase or glimpsing something from the corner of your eye on a walk to the store. Sometimes, it comes from pain.

CREATURE was born from pain. And fear. And anger.

What you just read was real. It was the night the doctors had told me my wife was going to die, sooner rather than later. It was 1993. We had been married for a little over a year. I didn’t think life was unfair at the time. I just thought it was total shit.

My wife survived that night, and roughly 9,125 nights since then. But it hasn’t been easy. It’s never been easy.

Love gets you through it. Well, that and a stubborn streak that can stretch from Boston to Neptune.

About CREATURE:

The monsters live inside of Kate Woodson. Chronic pain and a host of autoimmune diseases have robbed her of a normal, happy life. Her husband Andrew’s surprise of their dream Maine lake cottage for the summer is the gift of a lifetime. It’s beautiful, remote, idyllic, a place to heal.

But they are not alone. Something is in the woods, screeching in the darkness, banging on the house, leaving animals for dead.

Just like her body, Kate’s cottage becomes her prison. She and Andrew must fight to survive the creature that lurks in the dead of night.

Critical praise for CREATURE:

“A heart-wrenching story with massive amounts of carnage. Dare I say there is something for everyone.” Cemetery Dance

“Creature is quite simply brilliant! It put me through the wringer, the final third of the book ramps things up to unbearable levels of emotional (and horrific) tension. It’s not very often I finish a horror novel with tears in my eyes.” Kendall Reviews

“CREATURE! It. Knocked. My. Socks. Off.” Char’s Horror Corner

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We Are Monsters - The True Story Behind The Book

I am delighted to be joined by fellow Samhain horror writer, Brian Kirk, whose scarily excellent new book - We Are Monsters - has just been published. Considerable research was needed for this book which delves into the shadowy world of mental health and weaves a tale of psychological evil. In Part One of a two-part blog, he talks about mental health and the real-life horrors that have posed as therapeutic treatments until frighteningly recent times...

 A History of Mental Health

Part I

Insanity likely descended upon the first person to question the mysterious nature of our existence. I know I had to hold onto something for support the first time existential questions entered my mind. What, you mean we’re all going to die?

But the manor in which we diagnose and treat the full spectrum of mental disorders has evolved over the last century or so. Sadly, it’s not a heartwarming tale. Let’s take a look at how humans have come to understand outbursts of insanity, and the attempts we’ve made to restore mental health.

Imagine living in 1796, and the conditions at the time. You’re in Pennsylvania visiting a relative in the state asylum. Mind your head as you wind down the stairs that lead to the dark basement, which could more aptly be called a dungeon. Here patients receive the greatest care while confined to chains and forced to sleep in crowded cells on straw. Keepers are on hand with whips in case someone becomes too agitated. Occasionally, they’re granted a bath. “Hi Mom, feeling better?”

What does a day of therapy look like? Well, at the time many physicians believed that evoking terror was an effective way to restore mental health. One common method was ‘The Bath of Surprise.” Wow, that sure sounds nice. Not so fast. This is where a patient is blindfolded and led across a trapdoor that drops them into a cold tub of water.

Variations on this clever approach emerged over time. Renowned clinician, Joseph Guislain, created a drowning device called, “The Chinese Temple,” which was basically a small iron cage. The patient would be locked in the cage and slowly lowered into a body of water, such as a pond. The cage would be raised once the “desired effect” had been attained, usually when the bubbles ceased to rise.

I love the names given to some of these treatment devices. Such as “The Tranquilizer Chair.” Sounds relaxing, right? Imagine being confined to this chair – your arms bound, wrists immobilized, feet clamped together, vision blocked by a wooden contraption encasing the head – and having a bucket placed underneath you for bowel movements. You’ll need it, as you’ll be sitting here for a long time – in some cases, for as long as six months. 

The Tranquilizer Chair

Confinement and hydrotherapy were deemed so therapeutic they were soon combined. One example was the continuous bath, which involved strapping a patient into a hammock suspended in a bathtub. The top of the tub was covered by a canvas sheet that had a hole for the patient’s head. At times, cold water would be used to fill the tub, and at other times water almost too hot to touch. Patients would be kept there for days on end, with bandages wrapped around their eyes and ears to shut out other sensations. Ah… just like being at the spa.

The Continuous Bath

The problem with these treatments was that they just weren’t very reliable. So physicians continued to look for more effective cures. Like good old Henry Cotton, superintendent of Trenton State Hospital in New Jersey, who, in 1916, decided that insanity was caused, in part, by bacteria. So he started pulling his patients’ teeth. According to him, this procedure cured 25% of them. That left 75% unimproved, prompting him to look for other body parts that might be harboring bacteria. He eventually went on to remove his patients’ tonsils, colon, gall bladder, appendix, fallopian tubes, uterus, ovaries, cervix, and seminal vesicles. He claimed to achieve an 85% cure rate with his operations. An investigation revealed, however, that nearly 43% of the patients who underwent Dr. Cotton’s therapy died. Small price to pay for peace of mind.

Learning about how we’ve historically treated the mentally ill not only inspired the subject of my debut novel, We Are Monsters, it influenced its title.

In this book a brilliant, yet troubled psychiatrist is working to develop a cure for schizophrenia. At first, the drug he creates shows great promise in alleviating his patient’s symptoms. It appears to return schizophrenics to their former selves. But (as you may imagine) something goes wrong. Unforeseen side effects begin to emerge, forcing prior traumas to the surface, setting inner demons free. His medicine may help heal the schizophrenic mind, but it also expands it, and the monsters it releases could be more dangerous than the disease.

I have tremendous sympathy for the mentally ill, and am horrified by the way they have been, and continue to be treated. This book, in many ways, pays homage to all who have had to endure inhumane treatments by monsters in human disguise.

To read Part II of this article, please visit Brian Moreland's Blog

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Look for more historical accounts of mental heath therapies coming soon to another Samhain author’s blog near you! 

Thank you for being my guest today, Brian. I loved We Are Monsters. Here is my review:

 Brian Kirk scores a major debut hit with a gripping story that packs in more layers than a filo pastry – and is far more scary.

The evil that inhabits Sugar Hill mental asylum takes us deep into the psyches of the main characters and the author has really done his research here. He never flinches from exploring the dark, intricate web of psychological complexities that lurk deep within the minds of his subjects.

What is real? What is a figment of a schizophrenic’s tortured imagination? As each layer of this story is peeled back, we learn more and more about the characters and also that however scary monsters may be, the scariest of them all lurk deep within us.

This book is an irresistible maze. You cannot stop exploring it until you emerge, exhausted but satisfied, and with enough going on in your own head to ensure that the story and its well-crafted characters remain with you for a long time.

I found it a truly extraordinary read. Highly recommended.