NOBODY REALLY knows how a writer’s mind works, which is likely a good thing, but there came a night some years ago when David Stieve was half-watching one of his favorite horror films, “Halloween,” on television and he had an epiphany. It arrived in the form of a question.
What does Michael Myers, or Freddy Krueger, or any mad movie slasher do on a weekday afternoon?
“It can’t always be a full moon over the lake,” Stieve was saying Wednesday, from a car lodged in traffic on a southern California freeway.