by Steven A. Roman

I think it all started with King Kong, this love affair with horror.

Steven Roman's Lorelei!

As a kid growing up in New York during the late '60s/early '70s, one of the local TV stations-WOR/Channel 9-had a tradition of running Willis O'Brien's giant monkey movie every Thanksgiving; exactly why the station's program director might have thought it ranked as a "holiday" movie like It's a Wonderful Life is something I've never been able to figure out to this day. Not that it mattered to me at the time-regardless of the bizarre logic behind its yearly airing, you'd still find me camped in front of the set, the air in the house heavy with the aroma of turkey and fixings, watching as Kong lumbered out of the jungle (in that endearing, mildly jerky way that only stop motion animation can provide) to put his damned dirty ape-paws around the waist of Fay Wray. (They say you never forget your first scream queen . . .) Maybe it was the sight of a big monkey fighting dinosaurs that first entranced me; maybe it was the scenes of Kong rampaging through the streets of New York; maybe it was the famous climax at the Empire State Building, where we learn "t'was beauty killed the beast," not the bi-planes that riddled him with bullets. Whatever it was that drew me in, I'd unwittingly received my baptism at the altar of horror, and there was no going back.

The following years were filled with similar appearances at "services" that I attended in this underground religion, too numerous to count. But there are a bunch that I can remember as though they'd just happened yesterday-events that all served to influence my writing in some form or another, decades later...

• Plopping down in front of the TV after school for WOR's Million-Dollar Movie, where you'd occasionally find treats like Them!, It Came from Beneath the Sea, The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, and Tarantula.
• Discovering the wondrous talents of Bela Lugosi in Dracula, Boris Karloff in Frankenstein, Lon Chaney, Jr. in The Wolfman, Claude Rains in The Invisible Man, and Vincent Price in The Pit and the Pendulum. (Was TV programming back then awesome, or what?)
• Watching WNEW-TV's Halloween broadcasts of the stop motion classic Mad Monster Party?, and laughing my ass off at Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein on WPIX.
• Staying at a friend's house in Connecticut, fighting with the TV antenna to pick up the very weak signal of the New York station that was showing The 7th Voyage of Sinbad at seven in the morning on a Saturday, and staring through the static in wide-eyed wonder at the man-eating Cyclops as it attacked Sinbad's crew.
• Losing myself in the horror titles that flooded out of Marvel Comics in the '70s: Tomb of Dracula, Werewolf by Night, Frankenstein's Monster, Ghost Rider, Son of Satan, Man-Thing, Monsters Unleashed, and Haunt of Horror. Seeing the word "succubus" for the first time, in reference to the Son of Satan's sister: Satana, the Devil's Daughter. (A word I've put to good use since then.)
• Sitting in a movie theater for The Golden Voyage of Sinbad in 1974, and watching Sinbad and his men getting their asses kicked by an animated statue of the Hindu goddess Kali. Of course, the movie was an even bigger treat with the continual screen presence of Caroline Munro in her slave girl outfit. (Yes, it's true: You don't forget your second scream queen, either . . .)
• WCBS-FM Halloween broadcasts hosted by the "Cool Ghoul," John Zacherley, a former monster movie host on WOR. The annual broadcasts still continue, but "Cousin Brucie" Bruce Morrow comes nowhere near Zach's macabre sense of humor, or his "memories" of life back in good ol' Transylvania.
• Getting free copies of the tabloid-sized The Monster Times from an aunt with connections in publishing. (I still have 'em, too, tattered as they are.)
• Anxiously waiting every Friday night for the latest episode of Kolchak: The Night Stalker, no matter how dopey the "monster of the week" might be (I mean, seriously-"Mr. Ring"?!), although some of them did give me the occasional nightmare.

And then there came a moment that made quite an impact on my life: stumbling across a copy of the magazine-sized Vampirella #55 on a newsstand. A quick glance at the cover might have made you think it was one of a dozen "skin" magazines on the racks, but the title caught my eye, and the store owner didn't give the high school-age me a hard time about buying it, so I snapped it up. What an eye-opener! Nifty stories about a vampire girl from outer space-and she walked around practically naked, too! Could comics get any better than that?

Vampirella led, in turn, to a discovery of the companion titles, Creepy and Eerie, and then to the granddaddy of the Warren Publishing magazines: Famous Monsters of Filmland. Holy hell! You mean there are other people out there who enjoy this stuff? Vampirella also pointed me in another direction: In an interview given years after writing the series, legendary comics editor Archie Goodwin admitted his stories had been heavily influenced by the works of author H.P. Lovecraft-replace the Necronomicon with the Crimson Chronicles, the Cult of Cthulu with the Cult of Chaos, and you're just scratching the surface.

Well, of course I had to check out this Lovecraft guy . . .

So, where did all these influences-and this mad love affair with the bizarre-ultimately lead me? Well, as I often tell people-including Famous Monsters creator Forry Ackerman, on the one occasion I got to meet him-if there hadn't been a Vampirella, there probably wouldn't have been a Lorelei, the comic book character I dreamed up just as the '80s were winding down. A redheaded succubus (there's that Satana influence) who gets her name from German mythology, she travels the world in search of adventure-and souls to steal. Right now in her series, in one story she's locking horns with a cult trying to bring a race of old gods to Earth (thanks, H.P.!), while in another I'm telling her origin (which involves a guy who looks suspiciously like Boris Karloff). It's all pretty much a throwback to 1970s horror comics, but, hey, it's what I've always wanted to do in comics, and if other folks are into it, too, then all the better, right?

Of course, if I'd really wanted to succeed in today's comics market, I could've created some kind of superhero project-it's what everybody else is doing. But horror is a harsh muse, one who demands as much respect and attention and commitment as you'd give to a Wonder Woman or a Supergirl or a Black Widow-and she doesn't like to be ignored, especially when she's given so many pleasant memories to you over the years . . .

Love. It can really screw you up, y'know?

STEVEN A. ROMAN made his professional writing debut in 1993 with the publication of his comic book horror series Lorelei. Outside the comics industry, he was a contributor to the prose anthologies Untold Tales of Spider-Man and The Ultimate Hulk, and was the editor of the ibooks, inc. novels Heavy Metal: F.A.K.K.2, The Alien Factor (by Stan Lee), Witchblade: Demons, Terminator 2: The New John Connor Chronicles, and, yes, even Britney Spears is a Three-Headed Alien. Currently, he's working on the revived Lorelei series, as well as writing a pair of upcoming graphic novels for BP Books. He urges everyone to check out his Web page at www.starwarpconcepts.com for the latest news on his projects, especially Lorelei, and to order copies of the latest issue.