Garth Marenghi's Terrortome Novels & Stories

He even ignored some of the neighbors who tried to say hello. His mind was very confused. Trying to calm down while lying down on the bed. He took the phone from his pocket and opened it. A new e-mail arrives. It was from the person who ordered it. Domain address unknown. [Is the task done?] Signs of deep thought, Marco immediately sent photo evidence of the child's corpse to the e-mail. [Good. Go to Loswood Cemetery. Take your money in the trash can under the tree tonight. If you're late and your money's gone, it's none of my business.]

for the Coast. Thorne took his glass, his hand shaking slightly. "To the Moretti name," he muttered, though his eyes were full of hate. "May you rule as long as the tides allow." Dante reached for his glass, his fingers closing around the crystal stem. Suddenly, my vision flickered. The world didn't turn silver; it turned into a thermal map of chemical signatures.

I gulp down the blood greedily, my body ice cold. A shadow falls over me, and my eyes find the reason for it behind Robert. My mouth pulls away from his arm as I see Terrence bring down the knife. “No!” The scream emits from my mouth, and out of nowhere, someone has grabbed Terrence’s wrist. My eyes widen as I see who it is. Or rather, what it is. One of Terrence’s creatures has his hand wrapped around Terrence’s, stopping him from stabbing Robert. Chapter 29 Charlotte Sanguinite

He roared, “F*ck off!” Rumble! The glow formed into a terrifying beam of light and blasted toward the monster that Dark Shura and the zombies had a difficult time dealing with before. The monster’s chest was directly pierced by Tyr’s light beam. Before he had time to roar ferociously and struggle, it had turned into ashes. “A Mammet?” A mouthful of blood spurted out from Gargamel’s mouth, who was stupefied. “How could you… be a Mammet?”

We stayed that way for nothing less than twenty minutes till I broke the silence. "You've been eating that slice of pizza for a long time now, we both know you're just killing time. Just tell me how you know Earl and why he would tell you things. Earl doesn't just talk." My witty self was back. He took his last bite and looked up at me. And if anything in this world is sexy, this topped it all. He was chewing so sexily, so hot. L'Angelo Dell Terrore Is a walking sex. "Nothing major, and nothing that concerns you."

but I can't even tell because there's no uncovered window. Everything is modern and each area we pass by is bigger than the last. But it's still slightly dim and dark... the vibes while walking down the halls are giving me chills... The number of doors we passed by is too many. It's pretty much empty here, rarely any furniture. We step into an elevator and that's when I notice this was only the basement. Basement or torture chamber? I gulp. Oh, but when I finally see Frank in the elevator in full light, I almost gasp. He looks like a European Hrithik Roshan, what the—

he said. Viktor placed the tablet before Donatello. Antonio and Domenico leaned in, their faces eager to see what it displayed. The screen displayed a gruesome scene of a man tied up, his eyes wide with fear, as a tall figure loomed over him the face of the tall man couldn’t be seen as the room was barely bright. Viktor turned up the audio, and the perpetrator’s voice could be heard loud and clear. Antonio gritted his teeth as he recognized that voice.

“The stream running through this property is no more than suckling to the raging torrent it once was. Be careful, the rains will come again, and wipe out the Gomorrah Buttershire has become.” With a last look of absolute disdain at the boys the old man disappeared, leaving the living feeling confused and guilty. Finally James gathered the courage to ask his father. “What is a Gomorrah Dad?” Joe shook his head and took a deep breath. “It was a reference to the bible. It supposedly means a place of sin.” Joe replied.

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.