Our eternal thanks to everyone who helped make last night’s reading such a gruesomely grand evening: Stephen, Michael, Cooper, Jeremiah, and Deirdre for performing your flappy lits; Pacific Standard for the ever-gracious hospitality; and all you marvelous individuals who spent your All Hallows’ Eve with us…
Hope we’ll see you again for our grand finale reading, sometime in the Spring…
Our fiction editor Stephen Langlois tells his bizarre story “Man Crawls Across Parking Lot”
Michael J. Seidlinger shares an excerpt from his new book MY PET SERIAL KILLER
Cooper Wilhelm performs a gripping tale of culinary weirdness
Our Poetry Consultant Jeremiah Driver reads some of his own brutal & shadowy poems
Deirdre Coyle closes the show with a sharp tale of blood & art
THE PORTION OF THE INTERROGATION THAT FOLLOWS was entered into the public record as part of a murder trial that commenced in the Eastern District Court of New York on August 14th, 2015. The suspect [name withheld] is described as male, Caucasian, DOB 12/5/1986, Height 5’ 11”, weight 190 lbs. The interview was conducted by Detective [name withheld] of the New York Police Department 94th precinct, 100 Meserole Avenue, Brooklyn, NY, 11222.]
INTERVIEWER: When did you first meet [name redacted]?
SUSPECT: In the shop. I was walking past two weeks ago and I could smell the incense. My girlfriend had been ragging me for weeks about how my room smells bad. Like a men’s—like a boy’s locker room. So I figured I’d get some.
INTERVIEWER: And you talked to him then?
SUSPECT: Not at first. I was looking around, picking up different kinds of incense and smelling them. But they had all this hooky-dooky stuff, too.
INTERVIEWER: “Hooky-dooky stuff”?
SUSPECT: Yeah, like crystals, star maps, and like, these little white sticks he said would clean bad spirits out of stuff or something if you burned them. It was all like stuff I’d hear people in my Warcraft guild say they needed for a raid, but in real life. And not cheap.
INTERVIEWER: So that’s when the two of you started talking?
SUSPECT: Yeah. I’m buying the incense and I ask, you know, like making conversation, is this your shop? how long you been selling stuff like this?
And he’s like oh we’ve been doing this for a couple years. We used to be a perfume shop, but we couldn’t make ends meet. And then I tried this money incense and I thought I should start selling it and I branched into other magic whatever since then.
And he starts talking about the crystals and about talking to ghosts and spirits and gods and it’s creeping me out. And the credit card machine won’t work and I start really wanting to leave, like I’m getting the willies from this guy, and he’s sweating a little as he talks to me, and his eyes were, um, they were. . . .
SUSPECT: They were too big. Maybe it was because he was so tall. A lot of people are taller than me, but he was a lot taller. Like 6’ 8”– 6’ 9”. So he felt threatening. He loomed.
INTERVIEWER: Did he threaten you then?
SUSPECT: No, not then, no. He just told me he would give me a free sample of this cologne. And he pulls down this big plastic bottle, like the kind bulk cheap paint would come in in art class. He squeezes out this dark oil, like purple but almost black. And he tells me all cologne and perfume is oil, it’s just that the stuff people buy is watered down usually. This is the pure stuff. And he puts some on my finger for me to smell.
INTERVIEWER: What did it smell like?
SUSPECT: Weird. I mean, I don’t know how cologne is supposed to smell. I mostly just use Axe. But this smelled weird. Like ammonia and rust.
I really just wanted to get out of there because he keeps staring at me. Even when he puts some cologne in a little vial and hands it to me he never stops looking at me.
INTERVIEWER: Did you leave then or stay longer to chat?
SUSPECT: That’s it. I go home and I make dinner. And that would’ve been the end of it. But when I’m pulling stuff out of the fridge, I see this thing on my finger. It was gooey, like three soft little yellow eggs or little balls or something, that were sticking to my finger with this yellow goop. Like what wasps use to stick their hives to the undersides of roofs.
A million howling thank-yous to everyone who helped make last night’s reading such a deliciously dark affair: Lisa, Joanna, Stephen, Bud, Deirdre, Keegan, and Cooper for performing your flappy lits; Alibi Jones for your spooktacular singing & photography; Pacific Standard for your always-gracious hospitality; and all you beautiful creatures who came to witness our mischief.
Let’s do this again in January…
photos by Alibi Jones
Alibi Jones prepares to sink her fangs into Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”
Lisa Marie Basile gets things brewing with a reading from Nympholepsy
A resounding chorus of thank-yous to everyone who helped make Reading #15 such an epic evening: Bud, Sarah, Jane, Aesop, Cooper, and Ilana for performing your flappy lits; Alibi for your seductive singing and scintillating photography; Pacific Standard for your always-gracious hospitality; and all you gorgeous people who came & graced us with your presence. Let’s do this again on June 28…