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Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

An impossible cold bled into the air, a grave-chill that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with a fundamental wrongness seeping into the world. Every hair on my body stood on end. A primal terror screamed at me to turn. I spun around to face the city. The sun in the afternoon sky was not setting; it was being erased, devoured by a spreading abyss of perfect, starless black. Then came the sound. It was not one screech, but a thousand—a symphony of tearing metal and fractured souls that clawed its way into our bones. A single, horrifying thought froze the blood in my veins. They've already started.

I burst into laughter and I mumbled, "He is insanely crazy." Then I started watching 'Haunting of Hill House.' This was one of my favorite series. I turned all the lights off and lighted my night lamp on. I couldn't stay without light, because I had nyctophobia. I started munching a chocolate bar while watching the series. The secret of the Red room was getting revealed. All of a sudden, a hand was placed over my mouth. I was about to bite the hand and hit that person, but he brought his mouth towards my ears. I heard his steady breathing. "You're still very beautiful, my favorite student," he whispered.

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

"The day I overheard Archer, they were discussing the Blood Moon day. I think I heard something about the Demon's forest." " Demon's forest? What's that?" Axel asked. " I have read about it somewhere, but I don't remember where." Adele thought hard and then asked Trevor, " Do you have ancient books in the Library here?" " Yes. We have every book related to supernaturals," Trevor says proudly. "Let's check," Adele said and dashed in the direction of the Library while everybody else followed her. They all started checking in the werewolf books, and after a few minutes, Adele found the required information in a Book called ' Scariest places on earth.' " It's here," she said, and the others left

It wasn't misty or foggy, it was clear. "You have but nothing to loose for what you just read. Thee, which your heart loves is doomed in the pits of Abaddon." Fed by as she was with the voice already, she held her ears tight as anxiety began to flow in. More creepy, what ever spoke, spoke with her voice. "Your soul is left and is as well is doomed to the coming chaos!" It added. Her breathe was quickened as her eyes darted. As felt, her palms clammed up by the tension which rose within.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

But the audio, oh the auditory feedback I was getting— Was nightmare-inducing and it would probably haunt me for the rest of my natural life. Have you ever heard an angel speak? You know how they say they speak in threes or twos or a whole Greek chorus of voices? That's nothing compared to the auditory dissonance of a demon. I'm talking about an actual demon. It is the worst and no one, I mean, no one should hear that.

The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice. I heard a slight movement, I grew scared, I thought this place was unnoticeable, the movement was getting closer....what could be moving at this time of the night, no scrap that, this time of the day. It got closer, oh god please save me.... "Are you awake"I heard Miss Lauretta's voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes Miss Lauretta"I spoke back in a rush "You are an early riser...."she paused for a while before she spoke"Natasha..".

He also realised that the music he could still hear coming from the cafeteria had suddenly stopped playing and everything else had turned silent, except for the low whirring sound coming from the glowing book. Then, all at once, the eerie feeling drifted away but the book was still glowing and now he could hear the music again. 🎵I'm on the highway to hell, Highway to hell! The highway to hell, Highway to hell! Led Zeppelin's song was the one that brought back that eerie feeling as Jake got up, stashing the book back in his bag. "That's wrong," came a voice which made him turn around to find a boy, a student who he had seen earlier when he walked into that section of the library.