Halloween the 13th Anniversary of My murder

It was the 1980s. A time of after-school specials, ghosts of the past, angel dust, and Satanic panic. Dungeons & Dragons. Vans roamed the dark streets of quiet communities with their headlights off. Slashers lurked around summer camps. And college campuses. And, especially, around Halloween. Football players hated nerds. Their cheerleader girlfriends loved them. It was a time of innocence, the surging idealism of the sixties and seventies finally beaten back by the conservative moral majority. And cocaine. 

Nuclear war was on the horizon.

If the Devil didn’t arrive first.

Because the real horrors were the skeletons in our own closets.

In the shadow of the summer of fear.

For Carter, it was just the first year of college. The terror of making friends. Scoring weed. And getting rejected by his lifelong crush. Again. Still. 

The existential quest of finding where one fits into the world while assuming the mantle of manhood.

With the nerds. Or the hippies. The bikers. Or the Satanists. 

Wondering if he could navigate these changes in himself and the universe around him - and the summoning of the Antichrist - at the same time. 

Note: This is intended for mature audiences. It contains scenes of alcohol and drug use, violence, and sexual situations. Oh, and ritual sacrifice.

File under pulpy fun to kill an afternoon.