(Note: This is the new "From the Author" text on the book's description page at Amazon.com.)
What was it like to be a 12-year-old suburban American kid in 1980, on the one night of the year when the whole world is haunted?
That was the question that I asked myself as I sat down to write 12 Hours of Halloween.
This is a story about three adolescent friends who must endure a curse (“12 hours of Halloween”) on the night of October 31st, 1980.
That means plenty of supernatural beings and occurrences in a normally quiet suburban American neighborhood.
There is a neighbor lady who might be a vampire. There are gravestones that mysteriously appear on manicured front lawns.
A car full of long-dead teenage hoodlums. A local house filled with ghostly urban legends. And, of course, the beast known as “the head collector”, carrying his sack full of severed heads.
But I wanted 12 Hours of Halloween to be more than just a scarefest. This is also a story about “the last Halloween” of childhood. Assuming that Jeff, Bobby, and Leah survive the night, they will no longer be children on November 1st. They will be adolescents—almost teenagers. They will never look at themselves—or each other—in the same light.
The story is filled with the backdrops of a bygone, simpler era. It was a time when there was no Internet, no cell phones, and kids still walked to school. There were American hostages in Tehran, and two men named Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan were running for president.
12 Hours of Halloween is a coming-of-age horror tale for every child of the 1980s, and anyone who might be nostalgic for that time.