Ghosttown At Sundown Novels & Stories

He remember making love with her when he was drunkard, Owino left to go wait for them, he wanted some alone time with Angela, he wanted to clarify his doubts. He drove around searching for a Sabbath church but did not find, went home tired and disturbed. He didn’t tell anyone where he was leaving to. He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

It was my turn to drive as Field Team 42’s Ford Expedition rolled into Dust Bowl, Arizona. According to the dashboard readout, it was 101° outside. I was thankful to be born into a time period with air conditioning technology. It was about an hour before sunset on Wednesday night. The Dirt was due to blow in at midnight on Sunday night. There were no ROAD CLOSED signs out yet. The hotels we passed all had VACANCY signs. Apparently, it was a few days before the town would begin turning away strangers. Things were still normal, whatever normal was in this place for fifty-one weeks a year without the Dirt blowing in. We were greeted at the city limits by a huge billboard capitalizing on the tow

Tarsi's eyes were glowing and he seemed to be only half paying attention to his conversation with Jinx as he worked the auric yarn. "Fantastic." Jinx groaned. "Okay, that sucks. But I need to get going. The guys should be back soon and the copter will be ready. We're heading to the coast, a harbor town. Sunset Port, or something like that. Sundown Port!" Jinx remembered the name of the town. He had been heading for the decommissioned military airport that was just outside of it. For him, remembering the coordinates of the landing zone was much easier than the name of the place.

Psychological vivisection. **<< Truck, >>** Winters deduced, his voice cutting through Silas’s distress. **<< Transporting Mack. Away from the river. >>** He glanced at the fuel gauge. **<< Need fuel. Shelter. Soon. >>** They found it in the form of an abandoned roadside motel, a relic of a forgotten highway. The "Sunset Rest" was a row of crumbling cabins, windows boarded, paint peeling like sunburned skin. It looked like the perfect place to get murdered, which also made it the perfect place to hide. Winters pulled the van behind the most intact-looking cabin, killing the lights and engine.

She sang along badly but I loved every second of it. “Where are we going?” I asked. She grinned. “Virginia City.” I arched a brow. “The old mining town?” “Yes! It’s historic and weird and full of ghosts that are probably harmless.” “That is a reckless assumption.” I muttered but she heard me, anyway. She waved me off. “They’re human ghosts. They’ll mind their business.” I laughed despite myself. Virginia City felt like stepping sideways through time. Wooden sidewalks. Old saloons. Rusted iron signs creaking in the breeze. Tourists wandered with cameras and curiosity, unaware that something ancient and feral walked among them holding hands with a human Luna who smelled like herbs, paint and s