Five Things Friday – 5/30/25

It’s been ages since I’ve done a Five Things Friday. A few of you mentioned to me off the grid over the past year this is one of your favorite segments at Roads Lesser Traveled. I’ve been extra busy these days, but hopefully this is worth the wait. Thank you to those who apply.

One: As you know, I have a new horror collection coming out on June 20th, Bringing in the Creeps. I also finished a new horror novel earlier this month and it is now in the hands of a prospective literary agent. I have every digit crossed she takes it on. Since then, I’ve written one flash fiction piece for submission, and I’m nearly finished a new horror short story. Because I’m just that driven (or insane, maybe), over the Memorial weekend, I began some deep researching and reach outs to a few key names from whom I’d love their insight for this next book. I then fleshed out the first eight chapters in a working outline that I’m not yet ready to begin writing, but it feels good. It feels right.

During the ’80s, I was delved into comic books, Stephen King and Conan the Barbarian novels, heavy metal mags and of course, Fangoria and GoreZone. My teenage bedroom was a shrine to metal, punk and horror. Wallpapered every inch. When I moved out, we laughed at what Swiss cheese I had made of the walls from all that tacking up. Most of the horror stuff were cut out of Fango and GZ to the point I later regretted doing that. Many of those mags have since been recovered and are proving their worth in my current research. You CAN go back, it’s true.

My next major horror project is already cooking inside my head, but this one’s going to take a good bit of development and research before I do actual writing. When you have such a daunting task, you start with the Bloody Best.

Two: For my birthday a few weeks ago, my wife took me out to an Americanized British pub in Columbia, MD called Union Jack’s. With a British take on an Irish Guinness stew, I was in heaven, as the gravy was thicker and richer, pairing beautifully with a Samuel Smith’s Nut Brown Ale. Like their southward neighbors, the British get beer right. Fermenting the hops in stone receptacles, Samuel Smith’s entire line are the cleanest tasting beers of anyone.

She also gave me a new oracle deck to go with my other three and a self-healing book channeling the divine energies of the Egyptian goddess, Sekhmet. She and Anubis are probably my two best friends in the esoteric realm, but it would take me two paragraphs to list the other deities aside from Jesus Christ who have touched me in some spiritual fashion, some in great manner, others fleeting and transitory, but palpable.

I’m still a novice with my oracle and tarot decks, but they do speak to me. I hit a short emotional rut soon after a wonderful birthday (for reasons that don’t even matter any longer) and thus I consulted my new Anubis Oracle. This after drawing Horus three consecutive times in my Egyptian Gods deck, letting me know I am protected at all times.

Anubis being Horus’ half-brother, I should’ve expected no less than to draw their shared father, Osiris, the Jesus figure of the Egyptian pantheon. The mighty king, murdered and torn apart by his own brother, Set, Osiris’ sectioned parts were recovered, and he was restored to life through the magic of his beloved sister and wife, Isis and his other sister (with whom he’d coupled to bring about Anubis), Nephthys. King of the afterlife, king of the unseen world, risen from the dead. Osiris’ message to me was quite clear and I am taking it to heart. Prepare to section off, break down, reimagine myself. Reinvent myself, purge bad habits, make void of things which impede my progress, as a human being, as a man, as a husband and father. Hails, to that.

Three: Now going to Season 25, the always intriguing BBC whodunit series, Midsomer Murders mysteries. TJ and I started binging this fantastic British crime series while we were dating and we check in with it as new stuff becomes available. It’s to the point we call out “Pub!” since every episode is guaranteed to drop into a public house. I was on a hot streak for a while calling out the right killer based on evidence or simple hunches based on subtle behavior or body language. I cooled off as the writing got trickier, but this week, my wife nailed a back episode we missed, being a mystery author herself. I will always love this show and ache to visit the Yorkshire region for more reasons beyond this enduring show.

Four: I know my bourbon buddies are lingering out there. While the Metallica backed Blackened and Legent remain the finest bourbons I’ve ever had, there’s this little badass whiskey, Slaughter House. It’s deceptively smooth and seemingly cut light. Not so! Delicious stuff, but take it down with respect. There’s a reason to the name!

Five: This week’s Five Things Fridays comes with the stark mood scape of Ryuichi Sakamoto and Alva Noto’s incredible score for The Revenant. Leonardo DiCaprio’s finest hour (and the man’s had many) turns a decade this year, crikey! I remember seeing The Revenant in the theater with my Pop on the one of the biggest screens short of IMAX and I began to stand up in the early frames feeling I was truly there, immersed. One of the most beautifully shot films in American cinema aside from Jeremiah Johnson. Masterpiece.

Bonus: I love my wife. Over and out.

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Thursday Throwback Jam: Metropolis – “The Darkest Side of the Night”

It’s been my earworm for four days straight. It remains my favorite non-scored piece of music from the entire Friday the 13th legacy, and I’m damned partial to Lion’s “Love is a Lie” from Friday the 13th Part IV: The (not-so) Final Chapter and Pseudo Echo’s “His Eyes” from the fifth Friday film. Alice Cooper’s “He’s Back (The Man Behind the Mask)” is a post-disco death dream come true that’s also up there for me. Even The Hives’ “Tick Tick Boom” in the banging 2009 Friday the 13th remake, though I’d already long been on Team Hives then.

The laughable dreck that is Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan didn’t deserve the graces of its finest Jason actor (Kane Hodder), nor was it worthy of such a funky, jazzy hard rock number from the one-and-done Metropolis of 1989. Not to be confused with the German prog band nor the mid-Nineties hair resurrection group. All three were blips on the rock map, but it’s this Metropolis we’re concerned about here, the masterminds of bassist/vocalist Peter Fredette and drummer/guitarist/keyboardist/vocalist Stan Meissner. The only Metropolis band to leave an imprint that counted, even kicking off one of the most abysmal horror sequels of all-time.

Now, because Kane Hodder is so good, so savage and at times purposefully hilarious as Jason Voorhees, that’s really the only reason drop into Friday VIII. As I stated in a film review I did back in the day on the movie for my college campus newspaper, Spectrum, it should’ve been subtitled “Jason Takes a Cruise,” since that’s the primary habitat for his ’89 murder spree. Hell, most of the city footage was filmed in Vancouver, not New York, even with accurate cityscape montages and Hodder’s hysterical rampage through Times Square.

“The Darkest Side of the Night” burns like a fire, as Fredette and Meissner claim in lyrical form. Even today, it reminds me of the pimp-swinging chimes behind long forgotten shaving cream and cologne ads from the day, but the swagger and strut of this tune is goddamn infectious. So much, I feel myself sag whenever I play the entire film’s clattery synth score by Fred Mollin, who took over full duty from his prior collab with the iconic Harry Manfredini in the seventh film. Mollin was already scoring the ill-fated, if fan popular Friday the 13th: The Series, and he does possess a sense of dank atmospherics to his work.

Yet, most people could care less. I’m not the only fan of Metropolis’ classy and elegant pumper “Darkest Side of the Night,” and I’m confident in saying those of who actually care about it feel like we’re taken back home to better (if cheesier) times. I back it up three times, maybe four, whenever I put it on. Smiling there’s an instrumental version of the cut at the rear of the soundtrack. Paramount knew what they had back then, kudos to them.

Enjoy this well-done threading of Friday VIII’s kill scenes and Hodder’s genius comedy timing set in time to the song. Show some respect and try to survive on the darkest side…

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

We Have a Winner in My Name That Ghoul Contest for My New Horror Collection, “Bringing in the Creeps”

We have a winner for my Name That Ghoul contest in advance of the release of my new horror collection, Bringing in the Creeps!

My wife set the bar way high with “Drefan,” “Kek” and “Sephtis,” any of which I would’ve proudly used. The two entries which cracked me up the most were “Ack” and “Gary,” LMAO!

In the end, Michael Raven from Minneapolis stuck the landing with “Avernus,” as in the Italian volcanic crater which translates as “portal to Hell.” Congrats to Michael and I thank everyone who submitted an entry!

Hail, Avernus, and you can now pre-order Bringing in the Creeps (which drops June 20th) through Anuci Press, Amazon, Walmart.com, Barnes and Noble.com and other media outlets.

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Memorial Weekend! Buy Some Books! I Have a Few…

Memorial weekend! Coming into this three-day bobbing to “Darkest Side of the Night” from Metropolis on the Friday the 13th Part VIII soundtrack. My favorite non-scored music from the entire series, that jam takes me right back to the Eighties with a happy grin.

Making fajitas for my crew, catching up on my reading, family get-together, some Twilight Zone marathoning, overdue projects, getting some hiking in and shooting promotions for my new book, Bringing in the Creeps.

Which reminds me, I have three other books out there right now to kick back your three day with: Behind the Shadows, Coming of Rage and Revolution Calling. Available at Amazon and if you’re Baltimore local, Snug Books is carrying them.

However you spend this downtime, never forget all the sacrifices made for our country and the lives laid down so we may enjoy the luxury of a holiday weekend.

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Ray Van Horn, Jr. is a Contributor to Martin Popoff’s Iron Maiden Compendium, “Hallowed Be Their Name”

I am PROUD to announce my inclusion of live photography and interview footage with former Iron Maiden drummer Nicko McBrain in the new Maiden tome by Martin Popoff, Hallowed Be Their Name: The Unofficial Iron Maiden Bible.

This is the second time I have contributed to an Iron Maiden book (Neil Daniels’ Killers: The Origins of Iron Maiden 1975-1983) being the first), and I am honored to be in Martin’s 666-page beast of a book by one of the Master Jedi of rock journalism.

Head over to Martin Popoff’s site to order your copy now!

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Name My Ghoul and Win a Free Copy of My New Book, “Bringing in the Creeps”

You may have remembered this ghoul haunting my promotions for Behind the Shadows. Well, he’s back and you will be seeing a lot more of him. While he waits for my new horror collection, Bringing in the Creeps to be released next month on June 20th by Anuci Press, he’s revisiting a 43-year-old classic of Fango mag.

He needs a name, don’tcha think? What do you guys have out there to call my vampire ghoul? My creep, if you will?

PM me your suggestions and whomever comes up with the winning moniker will receive a free copy of Bringing in the Creeps when it drops. Also, you will be featured as a guest character by name in my next project.

I will announce the winner a week from now after Memorial weekend.

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

The Carpenter Connection to My New Book, “Bringing in the Creeps”

One of the stories you’ll be in store with in Bringing in the Creeps is titled “Meteor Shit.” Stemmed from difficult times I went through in 6th and 7th grade, it’s a gory period piece focusing on a tormented tween circa 1982 whose nasty revenge is bestowed him from the stars. You would be correct in assuming this tale is a loving tribute to Stephen King’s “The Lonesome Death of Jordy Verill” from the original Creepshow, doing my own thing entirely. It also comes from John Carpenter’s masterpiece of sci-fi terror, his ’82 remake of The Thing. At the time, I had been grounded for poor grades and attitude, most of my rut coming from a long period of bullying. My time of redemption came when enough was enough when I trashed five boys for saying something derogatory about my mom.

My extensive grounding back then was having everything removed of me except for my schoolwork and fun reading material. No t.v., no Atari, no going outside. Today’s generation would never be able to cope. When Carpenter’s version of The Thing hit HBO 1982 going into ’83, my folks knew it what it would mean to me. After screening it, they gave me a one-night reprieve to come down and watch it. All that gore and frozen terror blew my living mind, and it changed my course as a kid entirely. “Meteor Shit” is just as much for you, Mr. Carpenter as you, Mr. King.

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.