Ten Questions with Adam M. Booth

I asked for a photo of Mr. Booth and he sent me this picture of an ugly mug he apparently owns. As I don't have a photo of him I'm stuck using it.

I asked for a photo of Mr. Booth and he sent me this picture of an ugly mug he apparently owns. As I don’t have a photo of him I’m stuck using this.

adamickes-thumbWelcome, minions, to the first of what I hope will be many author interviews. As we all know I’m a bit of a horror junkie, so most of the authors I will be interviewing will be like minded psychopaths. First on my list of victims, er… I mean guests, is Adam M. Booth, author of THE END.

Let’s get this ball rolling with a couple standard run of the mill questions, just to get acquainted a little better.

Question One: Tell my dear minions a little about yourself. (Though that’s really more of a command than a question isn’t it?)

adambooth-thumbI’m thirty four years of age and have lived in and around the UK for all of that time. I live in a big old corn mill, which I am slowly but surely turning into a house, and am the author of THE END, a zombie horror with a difference.

adamickes-thumbA big old corn mill you say? I would make a joke about that, but it actually sounds kind of awesome. I’ve been trying to convince my wife for years to let me buy an old church and turn it into a house because I love the architecture of old churches, but she being of the religious bent thinks it would be weird living there. Anyway, next question.

Question Two: Care to enlighten the folks at home about what you’re currently working on?

adambooth-thumbMy next book is a gothic horror provisionally titled ALISON. It’s about a lonely, isolated woman who does terrible things in the name of unrequited love. It exists within the same universe as THE END but is only loosely linked to it, and the joins will probably only be visible to eagle eyed readers. After that will be a another book provisionally titled DRIVE, which is about guilt and a secret in the trunk of a car, and is also loosely tied to the other two stories. Together they’ll form a collection, eventually.

adamickes-thumbThey both sound dreadful. And by that I of course mean dark and wonderful. I can’t wait to read the graffiti that your mind spills onto the pages of those books. Speaking of dark and terrible things, this is the point in the interview where we take a journey through my twisted mind with some stranger questions that the standard interviewer probably wouldn’t ask. Lucky for us I’m not the standard interviewer.

Question Three: Suppose you were a serial killer. What would be your weapon of choice, and what would be your calling card?

adambooth-thumbI would like to think I would use a machete because I have always liked the hack and slash brutality of them but to be honest I’m too squeamish and don’t like getting my hands dirty so have decided that I would instead take inspiration from Patrick Bateman and use a pack of cable ties, a swarm of hungry rats and a vat of hydrofluoric acid for clean up. And I wouldn’t leave a calling card because I’ve seen enough TV detective shows to know that’s how you get caught!

adamickes-thumbI’m right there with you on the squeamish front. While working at a factory during my summers in college a woman got her arm stuck in the machine I was working on and I had to hit the emergency stop button and go get help. By all accounts I was as white as a ghost and worthless for the rest of my shift. I like the idea of using rats to do the dirty work. Very dark and very painful for the victim. Delightfully cruel.

Question Four: What’s your favorite thing you ever written? What’s your favorite thing someone else has written?

adambooth-thumbMy favourite thing I’ve ever written is the end of THE END. I like the annihilation and the inevitability of it all and the way times runs out.

My favourite thing ever written by someone else is In A Strange Room, by Damon Galgut. I love the whole book and have read it many times but I specifically like the section about a woman with mental health problems best. The writing is perfect, at least in my opinion, and her illness and the protagonist’s reaction to it are absolutely devastating. It gets to me every time I read it.

adamickes-thumbI’ve read THE END and I highly recommend it to you minions out there who haven’t. I can’t promise that dark and horrible things will happen to you if you don’t read it, but I can promise some disturbing imagery if you do. As for In A Strange Room, I haven’t read it, but I plan to check it out. Thanks for the recommendation Mr. Booth.

Question Five: If you were a monster, what would you be (preexisting monsters like Dracula or a zombie are fine, as is something of your own creation)? How would you spend your time (chilling in the swamp, eating small children, photo bombing tourists… that sort of thing)?

adambooth-thumbBecause I’m spending the week snowboarding in Austria I would have to say that I would be an abominable snowman who devours flailing beginner skiers and those terrible people that jump queues for the chair lifts.

adamickes-thumbI hate you right now. I can’t believe you went to Austria to torture tourists without me. Okay, that’s a bit harsh. I don’t hate you. I’m just disappointed in you. Very disappointed.

Question Six: As we all know, I’m a bit of a fiend for six word stories, as should be evident by my Six on the Sixth prompt each month, so question six seems a good time for some fun with six words. In six words or less, what does horror mean to you?

adambooth-thumbA way to hide the truth.



adamickes-thumbSo you went to Austria without me AND you’re hiding truths from me. Here I thought I knew you. Turns out I don’t know you at all. I suppose it’s a good thing I’m interviewing you in that case.

Question Seven: Inquiring minds want to know–and by inquiring I mean me–have you ever experienced anything paranormal? If you haven’t, would you like to?

adambooth-thumbNo, not really, well except for one thing… When I was a child I was playing in a field across from my house with a school friend. It was one of those late summer nights when the sun hadn’t quite down and there was a golden haziness to everything. We were just playing around, doing kid stuff when my friend said she saw something in the next field. She shouted me over to the fence and at the other side the adjacent field was this huge black cat, sat back like cats do, flicking its tail about casually. Now, I don’t mean a big cat as in just a large domestic cat, this was big like a panther. Really, really huge and menacing. And large, predatory black cats are not supposed to be native to the British Isles and to see one would be somewhat concerning, but there it was, sitting a good football pitch distance away from us. Even at that distance we could both make it out clearly. We could even see it’s eyes and later we both agreed that they looked green. It sat there looking at us then it sprang up and bounced over the fence behind it with ease and disappeared into the woods beyond. We told people about it at the time but no one believed us. I even did a school report on it with a drawing and everything, but everyone just assumed we were making it up, then, years later there was a TV show on about the so called Beast of Bodmin Moor, which centred on unexplained sightings of huge black cats all over the UK. I was watching it with my Mum and said, “That’s what I saw!”, and she had to concede that maybe I did, so I got some closure finally! I talked to the girl who saw it with me a few years back and we both still agree on what we saw.

Wikipedia link to prove we’re not crazy!


adamickes-thumbI’ve heard of these big cats of which you speak, but I still say you’re crazy. I mean that as a compliment. All the best people are crazy. As Poe once said: “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

Question Eight: In THE END you take the reader on a ride inside a zombie like she’s some kind of psychopathic tour bus. That would make for a pretty awesome theme park attraction. Any plans to build a theme park based around this?

adambooth-thumbI would be lying if I said I wouldn’t love to have a Zoe The Zombie based theme park built in my honour. If such a thing could exist I would like a log flume as the main attraction, in which you ride in a broken Zoe The Zombie skull down a river of blood, terminating in an entirely black room, from which you never emerge.

adamickes-thumbI love that idea, but there is a seriously fatal flaw with your business plan. No repeat customers means your profit (if you get to the point of profit as that would be quite expensive to build) would tank as more and more patrons disappeared without a trace. A+ for ingenuity though.

Question Nine: If you could write the epitaph for your tombstone, what would it say?

adambooth-thumbHere lies Adam M. Booth, writer of THE END, now a major motion picture. He lived a happy, peaceful life and was nice to people.


adamickes-thumbWow, you are going to live a long time. Did you make a deal with the devil that you wouldn’t die until THE END got turned into a movie or something? Ah, not important. Either way, enjoy the Pit, my friend. Lets wrap this up with one final question.

Question Ten: Would you care to give us a plug for THE END?

adambooth-thumbadambooth-theendTHE END is a zombie novel with a difference. Told from the the perspective of a recently deceased woman in her thirties, it chronicles her journey into hell as she recounts the end of her life, her family, and everything, and faces parts of her past long since hidden from sight.

Gruesome, hopeless and terrifying, THE END has been well received by its readers and is a must for aficionados of horror.

Get it on Amazon. US: http://amzn.com/B00I5VBFRS UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00I5VBFRS

Diving in Bermuda

Photo Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Photo Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Captain, I’m approaching a cavern entrance. Shall I attempt entry?”

A garbled voice returned through the speaker in his helmet.

“Please repeat.”

When no one replied he looked up at the shimmering surface high above. “Captain, please advise.”

Again, no answer came. He started for the surface.

He pulled himself onto the boat and removed his helmet. “It’s in there. I can feel it!”

He looked around at the deserted, crumbling vessel. It looked as though it’d been rotting, unmanned at sea for years, but he was only under the surface for less than an hour.

“What in God’s name?”

This post was written for Friday Fictioneers.

Creature Feature: The Rake

There is a creature who exists in many legends. A creature that has terrified countless people in their own homes (and outside them as well). A creature that has a penchant for crouching. As far as I can tell, this creature knows no bounds and can be found worldwide.

The always crouching hominid known as the Rake has limbs jutting out at awkward angles and a shrill high-pitched voice that witnesses say is indescribable.

It is said that this creature moves around on all fours like a dog and lies in wait for victims to pass by in the night–it’s only ever seen at night. The beast is said to make demands that must be met or it will haunt and pester it’s victim relentlessly, sometimes even to the point of death.

One of the major curiosities involving this cryptid is the fact that a lot of information on it was uploaded to the internet in 2003. Then rather quickly all of that information was deleted. There one day, gone the next. No one has fessed up to removing the information so its disappearance is a mystery.

I leave you with a journal entry from a mariner’s log in 1691:

“He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.”

Behold my amazing sketch, and weep at its beauty!

Behold my amazing sketch, and weep at its beauty!

Friday Fictioneers: Harvest Offering

Photo copyright – DLovering

Photo copyright – DLovering

She stood at the center of the town square. Friends and relatives gathered around, forming an impenetrable wall. In a town that small, everyone she’d ever known was one or the other.

As a child she’d loved the festival. The lights, the sounds, the rituals of her people: they all used to fill her with a sense of awe and wonder. To be part of such things used to be amazing.

Now that she was at the center of the year’s festivities she had changed her mind. It was barbaric.

It was her best friend who cast the first stone.

This post was written for Friday Fictioneers.

It’s been probably 20 years since I read The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, but the story stuck with me and is a heavy inspiration behind this piece.

Review: The Bird Eater by Ania Ahlborn

thebirdeaterThe Book

The Bird Eater by Ania Ahlborn

The Description

The bird eater is the story of Aaron Holbrook, who experienced tragedy as a kid and has come back to his hometown after the death of his son. He blames himself for the boy’s death and that comes through loud and clear with his self destructive behavior.

Instead of finding himself, along with a bit of peace for his troubled mind, in his hometown he finds a darkness he wasn’t expecting in the form of disturbing visions and a strange boy who seems to have a vendetta against him for some reason he can’t comprehend.

The Good

The beginning: The start of this book really drew me in, slapped me around a little, and left me for dead. I couldn’t have asked for more.

The strange boy: Ahlborn really brings the creepy kid to life with her story telling. I’m not going to say too much about the kid though. I don’t want to ruin it for you.

The Bad

The ending: The ending reminded me a bit too much of Ahlborn’s first book: Seed. That’s not a knock in itself. Seed is a great book–I highly recommend it in fact. I just didn’t care for the final chapter of this one. It was boring and told me mostly what I would have assumed anyway. The perfect place to end it would have been just before the final chapter. It still would have felt a bit like Seed, but in a much more subtle and understated way–a way that would have had a far greater impact on me.

Characters making bad decisions: Some of the choices made by the characters–some to drive the story forward, others not so much–seemed to defy all sense of logic.

The Breakdown

This is a solid book that sits squarely in the horror genre. Even with its faults (as I see them) it was a great read and I would certainly recommend it to anyone who wants a new twist on a haunted house story.

The Rating



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