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Author Interview w/Marcus Damanda featuring Devils in the Dark (The Devil in Miss Drakes’ Class #1)

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Devils in the Dark

(The Devil in Miss Drake’s Class, 1)

Marcus Damanda


16+ / horror/paranormal/27K



To most of the Facebook 15, bullying Audrey Bales was just a game—until two deep cuts with a Swiss army knife changed everything forever. Audrey didn’t want attention anymore. After five weeks at Fairview High School, Audrey wanted to die.


The doctors did the only thing they could with her: they put her away.


But in Fairview, Virginia, the nightmare is only beginning. The chat session had not gone unobserved. The Facebook 15 have drawn the attention of an ancient evil that lives only to punish those who would prey upon the weak.


They are the ghosts of 1,000 dead children—1,000 suicides—and their master…

Their master likes Audrey Bales.


And as Audrey attempts to heal her mind and body, far from home, their master prepares for the revenge he will unleash upon her return.


Welcome, Marcus! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

Hi, Harlie! Thanks so much for having me.

I’m an English teacher. Back in the day, I wrote for the town newspaper. Now, after immersing myself in young adult and teen fiction going on twenty years, I write horror stories and fantasies for older kids. There’s nothing I enjoy more than the prospect of giving young people nightmares.

Is DEVILS IN THE DARK a single title, or part of a series?

It’s the first of three books that make up THE DEVIL IN MISS DRAKE’S CLASS. All three are finished, and the other two should come out in pretty short order. Just got done with the edits on Book 2: A DEVIL IN DAYLIGHT. The first book, the “little one” of the three, introduces us to Audrey Bales, a young girl who tries to take her own life after being mercilessly bullied at school and over the computer. She’s attracted the attention of Alastair, master of 1000 ghosts—1000 children who really did kill themselves—and Alastair has plans for the kids who drove Audrey over the edge.

What were your inspirations for the story?

I drew a lot from what I see at school. I wanted to write a horror story grounded in real life issues that kids could relate to. The “evil” of Audrey’s bullies had to be just as terrifying, just as infuriating, as the 1000 ghosts, or the story would not work.

Please share your setting for (book title). Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

The setting is a fictitious little suburb called Fairview, Virginia—but it’s only the name that’s fake. It’s really Woodbridge, Virginia with a different name, and I’ve lived there since I was nine years old. I actually used Fairview in one of my earlier books, too. However, in the first book of this trilogy, the reader spends a lot of time in Audrey’s psychiatric ward, well out of town, and also gets a peek into the local juvenile detention center.

When did the writing bug first bite?

I started writing for fun when I was very little—nine years old or so, right after the family had moved to Virginia. And my first stories were horror and fantasy stories, just as they are now. The writing bug bit, and I bit back.

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

I grew up on Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, C.S. Lewis’s Narnia series, and a truckload of Stephen King books. I bet you get that a lot. These days, I’m enjoying the heck out of all the dystopian books coming out for young adults and teenagers, especially the Unwind “Dystology” by Neal Shusterman.

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

Again, Neal Shusterman and Stephen King, for my own selfish reasons. But I sure would love to pick the brain of Veronica Roth, too—and I would be honestly thrilled if we could have a roundtable discussion with my colleagues at Evernight Teen, whose books I’ve been reading with delight for the past two months: Denise Jaden, Catherine Stine, Bridie Hall, Shari Green, Kim Harnes, Sasha Hibbs, Meradeth Houston Snow—so many others, and amazing writers, all of them.

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

I play bass guitar, listen to loud heavy metal music. Do a bit of online gaming. I go for walks, pet my cat, Shazam—and battle the ninjas, whenever they threaten peace and justice in the little town where I live.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

I had a seventh grade student once crawl under her desk and start speaking in tongues. She wouldn’t come out. Really, I didn’t know whether to call Guidance or the local exorcist. But don’t blame me. She hadn’t read any of my books. At least, not so far as I know.


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Underneath the blackened veil of her powered-off monitor, the comments kept coming, kept taunting her.

The observer had stopped watching. He leaned back in his chair, head upturned to the ceiling, eyes closed, still eating. The overripe apple had a worm in it, and he sucked it down.

He projected his sight outward, miles and miles from his little home. He didn’t know where he was anymore.

Somebody’s house. An empty room. A closet.

Here he first saw the girl, the one they were tormenting. Her Facebook icon had shown only a skull and crossbones. In real life, she might have been pretty, if she had not worked so hard to hide it.

Familiar too. Something in her eyes and her lips.

She was close, very close, to a bad decision.

She was imagining the ghost of her brother and talking to it, opening boxes that contained his possessions. She listened to him speak words the observer could not hear. Oh, he wished he could. From this distance all he could hear was the pain inside of her, the loneliness, screams within whispers. An oncoming storm.

It made him angry on her behalf.

He returned his gaze to the real world of his apartment. The five of them were still chatting, their cruel banter punctuated by internet abbreviations and emoticons, calling for Audrey-Bear to say something, say something….

More joined the chat.

He shook his head.

You deserve to die, he thought. All of you.




Audrey returned to her bedroom and closed the door. This time, she broke a house rule and locked it. She put the blanket back in place and thumbed the monitor back on.

It was nearly one in the morning, yet the number of people on Cody’s page had tripled. Stranger still was the activity coming through on her end.

She gazed in bewilderment.

Benny Talbot has sent you a friend request.

Heather Roberts has sent you a friend request.

Ally Watson has sent you a friend request.

Gabriel Daniels has sent you a friend request.

Eleven requests, all kids from school. Most of them had sent her personal messages too. Some were fake-friendly, some openly mocking. Most pretended to rally in her support, as if they had somehow stumbled upon this Internet lynching by accident, all at the same time, and were offended by it. A virtual party had gathered in Cody’s little corner of cyberspace, and Audrey was the game they were playing.

Had Maggie called or texted them all out of bed?

“Creative,” she said. “You’re really good at this.”

She wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she was perfectly calm. With the ghost of her brother standing by her side, she set his old Swiss Army knife—he’d gotten it for Scouts, before he had quit—next to the keyboard.

Click Accept, her brother said. For all of them. Now, before they give up and start to log off.

She accepted them all, and the result was chat room bedlam. The comments came faster than she could read. Evidently this was the very height of hilarity.

And, naturally, as soon as she had accepted them all, one-by-one, they unfriended her, and posted.

Just kidding!

Sry! Changed my mind!

What an idiot!

Inspired, she clicked the Like button over every comment. Then, ignoring the perplexed responses to that maneuver, she got to work.

She retrieved the gym shirt from under her bed. Most days this particular item of attire would have remained a crumpled ball in her P.E. locker after school, but she’d had to wear it all day, and so it had come home with her.

“Turn your head, Alex,” she said, as if he were really there.

And as if he were really there, he answered. Not looking, not looking.

Once she had the shirt on and smoothed it out, she sat back at her desk, got out her cell phone, tied her hair in a tail, and took a picture of herself.




When the first picture appeared on Cody’s page, the observer knew exactly what was coming. He’d seen it before. The details differed each time, but the common threads were easily picked out: theatrics, spite, spectacle—and from the other end, disbelief. Then there would be panic, frantic attempts to undo the damage, and afterward, there would be remorse.

From most of them.

The picture was off-center. The girl was smiling, posing. The mascara tracks on her face looked like war paint.

Val: OMG, she’s postin selfies!

Cody: Give us a twerk, emo.

How they didn’t see what was coming, the observer could not fathom. But that was part of the pattern too. Bullies, as a rule, didn’t get it until it was too late—for the victim, or less frequently, for themselves.

The observer was truly torn. On the one hand, if she went through with it, she’d set him free. He had made contact with her, though she didn’t know it, and he was the oldest within the host. After many, many years, it was his turn, and he would finally learn what lay beyond this purgatory. But on the other hand, he felt bad for her. He really did.

“Let’s go,” he said to the screen. The suspense was killing him. “What’s next, Audrey?”

A second picture came up even as the first was being liked and shared by nearly everyone on the page. This one silenced most of them.

Audrey was holding an unfolded pocket knife against her cheek with one hand while the other took the picture, still smiling, tilting her head.

At first, the only comment came from Maggie: Drama. Whatever.

Audrey responded: Stick around. This is for your benefit.

Everything slowed down, then. Time rolled out like an empty rug, the Facebook page inert and dead. Minutes passed with nothing.

Then, Val: Audrey?

Still, nothing.

Val again: Audrey, don’t be dumb. Come on.

Five minutes became ten.

Maggie: She went to bed. She wants us to worry all night. As if we would.

After fifteen minutes of relative inactivity, the final picture appeared.




Author Bio:

Marcus Damanda lives in Woodbridge, Virginia with his cat, Shazam. At various times throughout his life, he played bass guitar for the garage heavy metal band



Mother’s Day, wrote for The Dale City Messenger, and published editorials in The Potomac News and The Freelance Star. Currently, while not plotting his next foray into fictitious suburban mayhem, he spoils his nieces and nephews and teaches middle school English.



Find Marcus Damanda here:

Website: http://www.marcusdamanda.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarcusDamandaAuthor?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarcusDamanda




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