Archive for Greg Mitchell

Now Available: Hallowe’en House by Bob Freeman & Greg Mitchell

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , on October 8, 2018 by Occult Detective

I am thrilled to announce Hallowe’en House by Bob Freeman & Greg Mitchell is now available in Trade Paperback and on Kindle.


Demonologist Greg Mitchell has discovered a secret from his father’s past, a secret that not only sheds light on their strained relationship but on the path he has found himself upon, caught between Heaven, Hell, and all points between.

Turning to his former mentor, Dr. Landon Connors, Mitchell and the infamous occult detective seek out Hallowe’en House, a legendary transdimensional nexus that bristles with unfathomable eldritch energies.

But they’re not the only ones who have come seeking out Hallowe’en House.

My co-author has written a great entry on the genesis of the book. Check it out at The Coming Evil.

This was a fun project for me personally. Greg and I have been friends for a number of years and I am a big fan of his work. It was an honor to craft this story with him. And, I’m happy to say, this is just the beginning…


Playing Favorites #FirstBorn

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , , on July 19, 2017 by Occult Detective

Cover 01 First BornOver on twitter, a friend dropped me a congratulatory note via DM regarding the release of my occult detective collection, First Born: Tales of the Monstrorum.

We chatted back and forth for a bit, them politely asking about the collection, what stories were included, how many were unique to the work, and so on.

They mentioned reading the blog in which I shared my favorite illustration from the book, and then they dropped a heavy question on me — of all the stories in First Born, which was my favorite?

Man, that was a tough one, but answer it I did, with a short response. Here’s a longer version of it —

For the longest time, I would have named Mourn Not the Sleepless Children as my favorite. It was originally published by Burning Effigy Press back in 2009, part of a chapbook anthology entitled Fresh Blood. It was one of three stories, the others written by Dave Alexander and the horribly underrated Kelli Dunlap (better known now as Kelli Owen).

I worked closely with Monica Kuebler, BEP’s editor-in-chief, and I was so proud of the final product. To this day, Monica was the best editor I’ve worked with. She was professional, courteous, and helped me polish that story and make it something special.

Thankfully, in the chronology of events in my Liber Monstrorum tales, it comes first and thus was the lead story in First Born. It’s a great lead off and is a great showcase for what I can do when everything is clicking just right.

That being said, another story has supplanted it as my most favored tale. That distinction now falls on Wyrdtails.


Wyrdtails was written and serialized back in December of 2014, one of those “writing without a net” Harlan Ellison writing exercises I’m so fond of. I had no idea where the story was going, no idea from where it even sprang. It just fell out of my keyboard onto this website, growing in the telling.

We learned a lot more about Landon Connors, his father Ashton, the Order of the Sacred Hart, and saw Greg Mitchell’s ghost come out to play a bit.

In a lot of ways, Wyrdtails has been my most quintessential occult detective story, made all the more special because it came from the ether, like, seemingly, all the best stories do.

So, there you have it. If you’re curious, First Born: Tales of the Liber Monstrorum is available via numerous online retailers, but as Amazon seems to be the overlord of that heap, I’ll direct you there by way of the following link. If someplace else is more appealing to you, I trust your google fu will serve you accordingly.


Greg Mitchell’s Snakehead Swamp

Posted in Media with tags , , on October 7, 2014 by Occult Detective


Looking for some spine-tingling camp horror? Well, just in time for Hallowe’en, Snakehead Swamp is available on DVD.


A horrifying hybrid of genetic science and nature has taken over the Louisiana bayou, leaving terror in its wake! In the heat of the summer, what began as a day of boating and bikinis changes drastically when a school of genetically enhanced snakehead fish finds its way into Black Briar Swamp. As their thirst for blood grows, the creatures evolve by the minute, even learning to walk on land! No one is safe in this hair-raising thriller.

The film will be available on DVD and Digital HD October 7, 2014, from Sony Pictures Home Entertainment. The follow-up to Syfy’s camp classic Snakehead Terror stars Ayla Kell (TV’s “Make It or Break It”) and Dave Davis (TV’s “True Detective”) with Terri Garber (TV’s “As the World Turns,” “Dynasty”) and Antonio Fargas (TV’s “Everybody Hates Chris,” “Starsky & Hutch”).

SNAKEHEAD SWAMP is directed by Don E. Fauntleroy from a screenplay by Greg Mitchell. Ken Badish and Daniel Lewis served as both producers and executive producers with Eric M. Davies as line producer. SNAKEHEAD SWAMP originally aired June 28, 2014, on Syfy. The film has a run time of approximately 86 minutes and is not rated.

And if that’s not enough to make you want to watch, there is this:


Yep. Snakehead Swamp was written by my friend, author Greg Mitchell  — that same cat who lent his name to the late, great monster hunting occult detective who appeared far too briefly in my short story CABIN IN THE WOODS.

So do him and yourself a favor, pick up a copy of Snakehead Swamp for Hallowe’en.

Guest Blog: Scary Stuff from Greg Mitchell

Posted in Archive with tags , , on April 26, 2011 by Occult Detective

Welcome my good friend, Greg Mitchell, to the Occult Detective. Greg and I met through The Midnight Diner, a neat little anthology that we both contributed to a few years back. Greg and I bonded over a mutual appreciation of each others writing and our love and fascination for those things that go bump in the night. Having read Greg’s debut novel, The Strange Man, I can assure you that he knows a thing or two about what scares folk. He invokes a sense of dread, conjuring up the very essence of evil and foreboding doom like few others. With that being said, it is my pleasure to turn over the reins to him today as he shares with you what being scared is all about.


You would think that I like to be scared, judging by the stories that I write. Monsters populate my grisly tales, stalking victims, visiting tragedy and despair on the innocent. Readers have certainly been scared by my writing (in a good way, I hope), but always come to a similar conclusion: “Greg must like being scared.”

On the contrary, I hate being scared.

As I write this, a tornado warning has just been lifted off our small Arkansas town. My wife and two little daughters were huddled in the bathroom, praying that, should a touchdown occur, it’d pass us by. For half an hour, I watched the weather report, pacing between every window in the house, looking for signs of a funnel cloud. I was scared and I didn’t like it.

Growing up, I was pretty much scared of everything—other kids at school, finishing my homework on time, meeting new people, going new places, and reaching adulthood period. Where did I find solace for my fears? Well, my faith, certainly. Since I was about eight, I have relied on God as I’ve understood Him through the Bible, and that’s taken me through life’s darkest hours. But, perhaps ironically to some, the other place I have found warm security is in horror movies. Ghost stories told around a flashlight. Books on urban legends, checked out from my school library. I often found peace in the world of the macabre, because here I could face my fear head-on and survive.

The same can be said of me today, at age thirty-two. I still love monster movies. They still ease my fears and remind me of simpler times. Of fighting off childhood bogeymen.

Being so afraid, it’s no surprise that the characters I gravitated towards in my favorite movies and stories were the monster hunters. Those greater than myself who could protect me should a werewolf or Phantasm’s Tall Man darken my door. Van Helsing (Edward Van Sloan, not Hugh Jackman), the Frog Brothers from The Lost Boys, Fright Night’s Peter Vincent, or Michael Myers’ nemesis Doctor Sam Loomis. Or perhaps most of all, my greatest childhood heroes—The Real Ghostbusters (yes, I watched the cartoon before the movie. Sue me, I was young), and The Monster Squad. My fondest summer as a boy was spent watching The Monster Squad nearly every single day before rushing outside with my neighborhood chums. We’d assign roles—I insisted on being Rudy—and do battle with invisible hellish beasts. We’d draw maps, form tactics, and bike pedal to the local library to do long hours (probably just thirty minutes) of research on the best ways to kill a vampire, or what Freddy Krueger’s weaknesses were (I settled on fire). We investigated neighborhood houses we believed to be haunted (you’d really think our block was sitting on a Hellmouth, by how many “discoveries” we made), and we kept each other in the loop when rumors surfaced of a local Bigfoot sighting. We had our own little Monster Squad and I’ll never forget it. Looking back, it was a powerful experience for me as a ten/eleven-year-old boy. I found my courage, tested my wits, and, best of all, faced my fears. Those were scary times—we often convinced ourselves of supernatural happenings and, while it was nothing but children’s overactive imaginations, it was real to us. To me. And I fought it. I was a monster hunter.

Writing, these days, is about recapturing that fearlessness of my youth. About lassoing my deepest fears of the Bogeyman and binding him to the printed page—and then fighting him. My novel The Strange Man is one such tale, the first of a trilogy about ordinary people learning how to be heroes. How to fight devils. It’s about coming of age and finding the strength to face our demons. It’s about faith, God, doubt, regret—but at the heart of it all it’s about me, still a boy looking for monsters in the dark places, ready to drive them back with the light of day.

—Greg Mitchell

ABOUT THE STRANGE MAN: Dras Weldon lives in a world of horror movies and comic books. Twenty-two and unemployed, he is content to hide in the shadow of adolescence with a faith that he professes but rarely puts into action. But when a demonic stranger arrives and begins threatening his friends, Dras is drawn into a battle that forces him to choose which side he is on. In a race against the clock, he must not only fight these evil forces but also somehow convince his best friend, Rosalyn, to join him–before she is lost forever.

Bobtoberfest Begins

Posted in Archive with tags , , , , on October 1, 2010 by Occult Detective

What better way to begin Bobtoberfest than with my being interviewed by the illustrious Greg Mitchell over at The Coming Evil? Greg’s a great guy, a talented writer, and a kindred spirit — and he had the honor of being ceremoniously dispatched in The Cabin in the Woods, available here or within the pages of my novel Descendant. Greg and I shared a common publication in Coach’s Midnight Diner 2: The Back from the Dead Edition — he with Flowers for Shelly, me with Queen’s Gambit — and came away with a respect for each others writing. It was a real honour and privilege to sit down and discuss the genre with a writer I admire. I think you’ll find the interview insightful, primarily due to Greg’s thoughtful questions.

The Coming Evil’s Interview with Bob Freeman

As to what’s in store as Bobtoberfest continues? In the days ahead you can expect a plethora of Weiser book reviews, some spine-tingling artwork culled directly from my drawing board, and a whole host of true stories of the paranormal to rear their ugly heads — and beginning 10-10-10 — the first installment of a serialized tale written exclusively for the readers of The Occult Detective. As always when I embark on such an endeavor, this serial will be written free-style, with me typing directly onto the blog without any notes or outlines. We’ll discover where the story leads together.

So raise your flagon and toast to the first day of Bobtoberfest. ‘Tis the Witching Season and All Hallow’s Eve beckons.

Let the nightmare begin.

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