Interview With Horror Author Reuben Shupp

by | May 24, 2023 | Author | 0 comments

Thank you Author Lounge for this opportunity. It is both a privilege and an honor.

Reuben Shupp is the author of Short Stories or Tales, Creepy and Scary Tales, and his latest, Vampire Juice. He discovered his love of prose when he started writing a memoir for his children. Shupp is passionate about writing horror for middle-grade and young adults.

Vampire Juice is about…. Amanda and Sean stumble upon a mysterious can of juice while searching for Halloween costumes at a local store. Despite being kicked out by the sales clerk, they become obsessed with uncovering the truth behind the strange drink. With the help from some local bullies, they sneak back into the store through a crypt in the graveyard, only to find themselves in the midst of a spine-chilling adventure.

While reading Monster Blood, Reuben Shupp could not stop thinking about vampires and blood. The story evolved into Vampire Juice.

Vampire Juice started out as a short story. Then it became a novelette. The end result was a Novella. This is the longest story he has written thus far.

Vampire Juice is the thrills of Fear Street, the horror of Tails From The Crypt, and the mystery adventure of Nancy Drew.

Here is a short excerpt from Vampire Juice. This is the reason no one should get on Amanda’s bad side.

These kid-safe carving knives are worthless on the pumpkins. They will have a difficult time cutting butter.
Everyone seems to have the same problem. The lid pops off easily. Hairs hang from the top. Using the metal spoon, I scrape away the strands.
Amanda is already carving her pumpkin. How is that even possible? Why does she have to be the best at everything?
I begin the tedious task of cleaning my pumpkin. The hairs separate after I scrape some away. A grunt escapes my lips. My hand lets go of the spoon.
It clangs onto the table. I reach into the pumpkin and yank at its guts. The slimy strands slither through my fingers like a group of nightcrawlers. It is kind of cool and gross at the same time. I draw a scary face with the Sharpie and then carve it.
Something is off. I can not figure it out. I step back and stare at it for a moment. This went a lot better in my head.
Amanda stands next to me and peers at my jack-o’-lantern. “What is it?” she asks.
“It is a witch, of course.”
“Of course it is,” she says in a sarcastic tone. Amanda gapes at my jack-o’-lantern and tilts her head to the side. “Mmm, I wonder…” She grabs the witch’s hat and turns it. “Arrr.”
Amanda signals several of her girlfriends to take a look. They nod their heads in agreement. I guess a pirate will have to do.
Pirate Jack does not sound too bad. It has a nice ring to it. Mr. Townsend announces that it is time to clean up and he will see us at the school carnival.
“Heads up,” Scott yells.
I look at the ceiling. Nothing there but a few spitballs and a baseball card. How did the baseball card get there?
Why would he tell me to look at the tiles above my head? I turn in Scott’s direction. A handful of orange slime flies through the air and hits me in the forehead.
“Ow.” It does not really hurt. But it is more of a response to the shock than to the pain.
I glare at Scott. He sticks out his tongue and shakes his head from side to side. My blood begins to boil.
I can feel my ears heating up. That is it. I have had enough of his shenanigans. I stand up for a moment and then sit back down.
I am too chicken to do anything. Even though Scott is shorter than me, he could probably beat me up. I do not need any further embarrassment.
Amanda rises from her seat and gives me a friendly wink. She stomps over to him and his groupies. They stop laughing. “What do you want?” he demands with a sinister grin.
“To give you a present, of course.” Scott raises his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest. She pulls a bowl full of pumpkin brains from behind her back and dumps it onto Scott’s head.
Scott’s eyes bulge as his face twists like a pretzel. Amanda smirks.
“I dub thee, The Pumpkin King,” she utters.
And that is why no one should get on Amanda’s bad side. I have often wondered why she is never mean to me.
“My Lord,” Amanda says with an English accent. She curtsies and walks out of the classroom before Mr. Townsend has a chance to notice.

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