Haunted Attraction By Pyle Hazard

It is that time of the year again where all of the trees are starting to turn colors. Yes Iโ€™m talking about fall and some people even call it autumn. Itโ€™s always wonderful having the cool breeze of fall coming to visit the hairs on your arm. A simple little chill that just makes you shake but fall also brings something that makes you shiver. Yes throughout late September on through October, even in the beginning of November, the haunted houses will welcome guests into their buildings and down their trails.

There are many different people that take part in this celebration of fun. And everybodyโ€™s reaction is a little different as the sounds, the scenes and even smells are encountered by the guests that have accepted the challenge of going through.

The real challenge that can be accepted is the challenge that is in front of the actors and the make up artist. After the people have made the scenes, the actors in make up artists are the ones that can bring life to the scene. A haunted house is truly another form of artistic talent . From the ones that draw out the blueprints to make the structures all the way down to the final touch of a little speckle of paint on a paradise that makes it look like bloody fingerprints.

Every piece has a place where every person has an opportunity to truly show their artwork.

It is now opening night and the speakers are playing. The sounds as the actors are warming up their voices in stretching their muscles. There is a true love that goes into this performance. Every owner is hoping that the guests will love the show and want to talk about the show to others, which in turn will possibly get others curious and want to see the show.

The artistic talents of a person that tells an actor to sit down in a chair can clearly only be seen in the light. But for a make up artist at a haunted house, they know that some of their masterpiece that they create every night on actors will not get the full applause of the guests due to the lack of light. They know what colors to use and what shapes they know how to put on the prosthetics. Some of them even make their own to create these beasts that hide in the darkness. It is truly a balancing act, Between, artistic talent, and budgeting. what time they have to get one monster ready as the next is ready to sit down in the chair. Sometimes itโ€™s easy with just putting a little make up on the face to give it an unrecognizable look while others call for the prosthetics. Even actors that wear a mask have to come see the makeup artist to have simple things like blackened eyes done so the color of their skin does not show through the mask.

The clowns are laughing and swinging giant hammers as the butcher fuels up the chainsaw and checks for its readiness. Nothing is better to an actor than the announcement of the first group coming down the trail or entering the building. Every character gets ready as they wait for that person to enter their area to see how they will perform. This is the time to show them how they will not break character and they will terrify or display their passion for acting skills, even if they are a victim.

The victim may be one of the characters that seems like the least fun, but the victim is one of the most important characters that you can find. Their performance brings everyone elseโ€™s performance to a new level. If the victim doesnโ€™t look like they are scared or in pain, then it takes away from the true look of the killer.

Is there shaking nerves absolutely and it is not always from the guest. Some Haunt actors are terrified in the beginning as much as the guests are terrified to go through. Anxiety hits all levels. But once the first guest gets through everything seems to calm down just a little bit and the excitement for the next one makes itself very well known.

The ones with the chainsaw are at the ready with their hands on the post string handle. Is it time? Only the guest being in the right place can activate the passion and the Chase of the chainsaw through the scene. The one with the saw nose that you cannot do it too early and doing it too late is totally out of the question. They know that there will be a reaction

The clowns sit there twiddling their thumbs cracking jokes and laughing loudly. Do they have Boeing pins or do they have giant hammers? Every clown knows that they are different from every other. Their artistic talent has to be funny and fearful at the same time. Walking out as a clown to some is the easiest thing because to many it strikes fear when your face is painted up in your hair in the most oddly of directional colors. No Clown will ever laugh the same. You might have a he he he or even a ha ha ha. Sometimes the most terrifying clown is the one that says nothing as he walks towards you carrying a knife or perhaps a rubber chicken.

An old man sits on a porch that looks like heโ€™s minding his own business, but heโ€™s been waiting for the guests. He has made his scene exactly how he wants you to see it. Perhaps last year that scene was a bait shop but now itโ€™s a moonshine steel And heโ€™s not looking forward to you walking up and investigating what he has in his mason jars. Through his long white beard you can hear him yell at you telling you heโ€™s going to make you disappear just like the other snoopers that came around. Heโ€™s not gonna let you talk to the authorities about him. Maybe the guest will make it through as he sits on the porch. Perhaps heโ€™s even sleeping as the guests slowly take another step.

Into the darkness you walk as you can slowly start to hear a voice. Is this voice talking to you or talking to others? Thereโ€™s now wonderful visitors going down a dirt path seeing a little girl in dirty clothes playing with dolls. This must be the sound that was heard earlier. The conversation gets a little more otter as you can clearly see there are dolls surrounding her, and some of them are missing heads while others have shattered faces.

A dark room that you enter and at first appears to be on fire, but no flames are to be seen, only smoke or even fog. This room is designed to be dark and not let light in and trap the fog. This room has got trees that have been handcrafted for you to feel like you are in the woods a dense fog. But there is a light a light that seems like it makes a wall in the fog. You walk down the path bumping into little structure walls that are underneath this light wall. It is a laser that is sending it slide out into the fog where you cannot see underneath. Inside the fog could be nothing or it could be a giant frog beast. let your imagination play until something brings up and then your imagination is not needed as there is something physically there now.

The biggest challenge is now coming into sight. You have made it past the monsters, the trap doors, the sites, the sounds and the smells. As you get through the last door or out of the path. The biggest challenge sits right there. No it is not the biggest monster. No it is not a witch trying to cast a spell on you. No itโ€™s not even a guy with a chainsaw. Ready to chase you. Itโ€™s the concession stand and the gift shop. Will your wallet make it out alive?

Meet Linda Crate

๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธInterview With Linda M. Crate๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ

1. Please share your bio, if you have one made.

Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has fifteen published chapbooks, the latest being: not your piรฑata (Alien Buddha Publishing, June 2025).

2. What made you want to become a writer/artist?

I became a writer because I have always enjoyed words. Even as a child I picked up on the fact that if you gave multiple people the same words they could come up with different stories and I found that fascinating. I also loved being able to connect with protagonists and even sometimes understanding the antagonist even if I didn’t always agree with them.

I liked living in worlds that were different than my experiences on earth. It gave me hope that maybe one day we could build a better world for ourselves and the next generations.

I like drawing and painting, but I’m not as talented at those things so while I dabble in art from time to time my main form of creation is through writing.

I do like taking photographs, too, my college bestie told me I had an artistic eye for photos. I think it’s one of my favorite compliments. It’s stuck with me through the years.

3. What inspires you to keep writing/creating?

Living, honestly. I am always inspired by everything I’ve lived through and experienced. I can find inspiration in conversations between strangers, the weather, shows, music. Anything can serve to fuel my muse, and my muse is relentless. I often say I didn’t find writing, writing found me.

4. Coffee โ˜• or tea ๐Ÿต? Tea.
I actually cannot stand the taste of coffee. It’s too bitter for me.

5. Are you a cat or dog person?
I like both, but I definitely lean more towards dogs.

6. What type of books do you read for fun?
I usually opt for fantasy or poetry books. Although, I do enjoy reading most anything.

7. What is your favorite story/artist piece you have made?
I have so many stories that I don’t know if that’s fair, but I have a few that I think about often:

A Love Defiant first published in the Anthology Soulmate Syndrome Volume #2

Queen Amalia from Summer of Speculation Villain’s by Cloaked Press

To New Futures published in Prismatica – Issue in 2016

Black Magic first published in Ricky’s Backyard

Child of the Roses first published in the 2017 Edition of Fall Into Fantasy

Millicent’s Revenge first published in the 1st volume of Yarnswoggle

8. Are you a multi-genre or single genre creator?
I’m definitely a multi-genre type of person.

9. What is your favorite place to hang out?
My mother’s house, the library, or on a boat ride but I’m an introvert so I rather be alone or with “my” people.

10. What do you do to relax?
Swim, read, take nature walks

11. Do you have a favorite show?
I don’t watch a lot of television but I always liked Law & Order: SVU, CSI: Miami, and NCIS

12. Do you have a favorite author/artist?
Authors: Anne Rice, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, JRR Tolkien
Artists: Vincent Van Gogh, Kelly McKernan, Joel Tesch

13. What future stories/creations are in the works?
Depends on where my muse takes me. I have so many ideas, I don’t think I have enough time. Lol

14. In true Kelly Lynn Colby fashion, what is your favorite ice cream?
Cookie Dough if we’re talking about cartons of ice cream, soft serve I like twists especially if there’s sprinkles or it’s cherry dipped.

15. Is there anything you believe new authors should know?
It is hard. Don’t give up if this is your dream. Some days there’s more rejections than your heart can fathom, but you gotta keep on going and you have to have a thick skin.

What is one editors “hell no” is another editors “hell yes”. You just have to find the right person for the right piece and that can take time.

16. What do you have planned for the future?
I want to be able to travel more, get some more books out, just keep living and writing, find time to live and not simply exist, and to receive as many dreams as reality as I can make.

17. Where on social media do you want to be found?

My Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Linda-M-Crate-129813357119547/,
my instagram is: ,https://www.instagram.com/authorlindamcrate/,
my Bluesky: authorlindamcrate.bsky.social,
& my twitter: https://twitter.com/thysilverdoe?lang=en.

Meet the Anthology Authors

After having been in our initial anthology, Under the Mists…Serena swore that she would be in every anthology we put out. She has submitted for them, but due to splitting volumes and such…there have been a couple that she did not make it into.

She has published several books through us. There are too many to list here easily…so instead I will invite you to take a look at her reading list.

Her story Becoming is in Fae Propaganda.

Meet our anthology authors

Though This is April fool’s Day this Author is no Joke.

Dr. Raz T. Slasher having gotten an Honorary Doctorate of philosophy in popular culture is one of our favorite authors. He has been in most of our anthologies and has now published 4 separate books with us. Instead of listing everything he has been in I will direct you to his reading list…and the channel of his Network on Youtube. For other updates check out his website!

Meet Our Anthology Authors

Michael has been with us for Nightmare Whispers Madness Echoes, Fae Shivers Forgotten Horrors, and Dark Dreams Ready for the Day.

Now his story The Moonwater Gate is going to be in Fae Propaganda.

Meet Our Anthology

Ronald has recently released his debut book with Fae Corps Publishing, Inside My Nightmares. Other than that his story The Faerie Trap is about to release in Fae Propaganda.

Submission – The Art of Victory

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The Art of Victory

By James Moran

Lieutenant Delpier rode down on his dear friend Boutier on a horse heโ€™d claimed in the chaos of the retreat. Delpierโ€™s small stature required that he stand up on the saddle to help Boutier swing onto the horse as retreating soldiers scattered from its hammering hooves. Upon reaching the staking of the command tent, the horse reared up. Lieutenant Delpier said to his dear friend, โ€œGo inside and speak with your dying brother. Iโ€™ll join you there.โ€

Boutier charged into the tent and shoved his way through the stand of officers arrayed around a litter upon which his brother was indeed dying. Old Douchle the medic had his brotherโ€™s shoulders and head couched in the embrace of one arm while his other hand shakingly sewed shut a wound on the dying generalโ€™s side. Montier was looking away and was frighteningly wan and in obvious pain. When he saw Boutier he barked, โ€œMove aside.โ€ Then he croaked, โ€œCome here, brother.โ€

Boutier knelt and drew his kerchief to wipe away the blood from the lips of his elder brother.

โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have involved you in all of this warfare business,โ€ Montier rasped. โ€œI should have encouraged you only to be an artist.โ€

Boutier sought his elder brotherโ€™s hand and wept.

โ€œOnly an artist and a lover can end this battle,โ€ said Montier. And then he whispered, โ€œWill you end this battle?โ€

With all the force of his emotion Boutier nodded his head up and down.

When he lifted his face Montierโ€™s eyes searched his, and as if content with what they saw, he ordered, โ€œGo rally your men so my death is not in vain.โ€ When Boutier continued by his brotherโ€™s side Montier growled. โ€œGo now!โ€

Boutier pressed the skin of his brotherโ€™s cold knuckles to his face, gazed at his noble general, and stood.

The growing crowd parted for him, except for one man who detached from the group and strode close. โ€œWhen he dies, I wonโ€™t suffer you to live,โ€ Schnabe hissed in Boutierโ€™s face. Schnabe then turned and drew in close to the litter and his beloved general.

Encountering Aschel, Schnabeโ€™s fully armed guard, blocking the exit, Boutier turned back to examine the interaction between Schnabe and his brother. Montier urged Schnabe to lean in close. Montier ran his fingers through his beloved lieutenantโ€™s hair as he spoke to him. He then gripped him by the hair and went for his neck. Schnabe reached for the blade behind his hip, first stabbing Douchle as the old medic moved to block him, then thrusting the knife into Montier. The crowd surged forward, barring Boutier’s passage to his brother. Boutier leapt onto the backs of those officers in front of him but rolled instinctively to the side when he sensed a threat. There was Aschel hefting his dagger high with blade pointing down. Aschelโ€™s face turned to shock as Delpier appeared like a monkey on the large guardโ€™s back, sawing open his throat with his own dagger. Boutier scrambled forward; the path no longer blocked. Schnabe flopped like a fish on the ground. Montier lay expressionless with eyes wide and still, the scalpel with which he had punctured Schnabeโ€™s neck still in his grip. The old medic lay face down on Montierโ€™s blood-blackened chest.

Delpier sent everyone out of the tent with orders and shoves, and soon Boutier was wandering outside, vaguely aware that he was collecting wood for the pyre with the others while Delpier dressed the bodies.

Boutier wandered about with only three spindly sticks in his grip, unable to collect any more. Wherever he looked he sighted soldiers snatching twigs and gathering fallen branches. Every man within sight had joined him in his errand to facilitate his brotherโ€™s journey into the next world. Some hacked at trees with whatever weapons were at hand. Others were cutting loose squares of dry turf. He felt as if, upon their shoulders, they bore his weight. Out of respect, those nearer to him worked silently.

He became suddenly ashamed of his clouded state. โ€œThatโ€™s enough!โ€ he called. โ€œThatโ€™s enough. Bring what you can and follow me.โ€

He threaded through the men, recognizing many a dirt and tear-streaked face, then drew them all back to the command tent. There Delpier pointed, suggesting the nearby hillside for the cremations, and Boutier offered a nod of ascent.

Boutier and Delpier raised the litter bearing Montier over their heads. Old Douchleโ€™s litter followed them. Boutier did not ask what of Schnabe and Aschel. He knew some of their supporters were among the onlookers. The litters placed, he lit the pyre in the four directions, and the louder it roared the louder he heard the voice of his brother ordering his men to place their allegiance in he, Boutier. At the same time, he heard in the whistling notes his brotherโ€™s pride in him, as well as his brotherโ€™s apologies, which he chose to ignore. In the heat that nestled against him, slapping his lapels and cuffs back and forth, he knew his brotherโ€™s embrace.

He approached the fire and found footing on a thigh-thick trunk that refused to catch. โ€œHere, before the body of your beloved general, I stand, to give you your deserved compensation for your loyalty to him. That compensation is the truth. Montier and Old Douchle are dead and gone. Though Douchle died at the hands of Schnabe, my brother Montier did not. Montier had already been dealt death by our opponents on the battlefield, and Schnabe only acted in response to the death that Montier had dealt him. I believe he struck Montier out of sheer surprise and out of the hurt that sprung both from Montierโ€™s action, and from his love for Montier. Schnabe should not be considered a perpetrator or a traitor, not even upon old Douchle. I do not believe Montier nor Douchle would consider him such.

โ€œMy brother knew that Schnabe believed I caused this battle. He feared that this understanding would lead Schnabe to harm me, and therefore would lead us to defeat. Your course remains yours to take, but understand clearly that this conflict between Knuschell and the kingdom of Zough was indeed caused by me. Until now you have understood your speakerโ€™s words. Now understand your speaker!โ€

He pointed at Montierโ€™s pyre.

โ€œYou know my brother. You know of my father. They were the greatest military leaders Knuschell has known in two hundred years. I was raised upon their shoulders, but their epaulets would not stick to me. Though I learned to fight I have the nature of a composer, and since the theater of my family is one of war, I composed the marching songs that have never failed to embolden the spirits of you, our brave warriors.

โ€œThe kingdom of Zough requested that I compose a concert for their royalty, after which I was led to expect the offer of a commission from them. I entered their country and for the first time observed the cultural ways of which Iโ€™d absorbed much hearsay. They are a people more sensitive and passionate than we, short to judge and quick to act. As a man drenched in passion for the arts I recognized and admired this, and when I met Zara, the daughter of their monarch Nelza III, I resolved to claim her. Hours before the concert I altered the composition only slightly, but enough to stir the passions of princess Zara. I led the orchestra through the movements, and just as I predicted, Zara fell in love with me. A love driven by such a force of passion I couldnโ€™t have foreseen. Just as I had not foreseen that the real motivation behind my invitation to Zough had not been a commission, but rather a plot to assassinate me and spark a war for our trade routes. When, a single day after hearing my composition, Zara learned of this plot she placed her own life in the balance. Nelza III, underestimating the passion of his own bloodline, resolved to follow through with the assassination, and Zara took her own life in protest.

โ€œI managed to escape. But did I truly escape? An army hungry for vengeance has followed on my heels, and dealt death not only to my own brother, who I loved greatest in this world, but to my kinsman whose blood still cools. Just as Schnabe drew blood from his leader because of his love for him, so Zara drew her own blood out of love for me, and now Nelza III draws blood out of his love for his daughter. He no longer cares for trade routes, and this has not been a calculated battle. The last calculation was performed by my brother when he cut short the life of Schnabe, his most trusted lieutenant. By doing so he could place in charge one who has spent time with the Zough and understands their ways. In doing so he has ended this conflict. 

โ€œIn as much time as it takes the sun to set, we will march into the Zough camp. Yes! We will march to their line of defense, into their camp, and meet eye to eye and end this strife. You think I am mad! But understand how we will march. We will march as you already know how: to the tempo of our drummers. And drummers you will play as exacting a tempo as you have ever known. But marchers your feet will fall behind on that tempo. You will march out of step so slightly that only a man with a keen ear can tell. And you will march in step with one another, so that all are equally out of step and so that all are consistently out of step. At the same point, just behind the tempo, your feet will fall every measure. Your stomp shall be perfect in its imperfection. Just as Schnabeโ€™s imperfect actions came from his perfect love! Just as Zaraโ€™s imperfect solution came from perfect love! Just as Nelza IIIโ€™s hatred springs from love! We each, each of us, will know that as we march, we are human, and we are surrounded boundlessly by those that are human. Never are we perfect. Think of nothing else, and within each step you will find perfection! Think not of what has happened, or what will happen, and I guarantee you, we will be victorious. Let there be no doubt in your hearts, we will be victorious! In my words you will find the last commandment of your beloved general; he died and killed his friend to bring them to you. Obey them and follow me into peace!โ€

The heat of the fire and the tears of the men mixed to create a humidity that touched every face. For a moment all were silent. Then that moment shattered, never to be clasped again, and the men broke camp to gather in formation.


James Moran is a professional astrologer who regularly publishes articles, fiction, and poetry.

His published works can be found at https://jamesmoran.org/the-creation-playpen

Meet our Anthology Authors

This author is new to Fae Corps Publishing, but not new to publishing. Check out her Other works Dead End Florals And Ceo Of My Heart. Her Story Hexed Group Project will be In Fae Propaganda.

Meet our anthology authors

We are going to show off more of these once a week…check back for more.

Jennifer has been in other Fae Corps Anthologies (Faery Flying, Darkness Screams Whisper Quiet, Darkness Screams Howling Deep, And Dark Dreams Ready for the Day). She also has a book of her own State of Mind. Now her story Return To Safety is being published in Fae Propaganda. We expect more great things from Jennifer.

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