Street Tales Of Terror Novels & Stories

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Rachel was still seeping what she realized was called 'Sex On The Beach' when a knock on the door sounded once, and then it flew open. Two blondes stumbled in, giggling loudly and smelling of 37% of alcohol. Rachel stared at them. They stared at her, then at each other. "Who are.." "If it isn't you? Um..what's it called again.. eh, Stalker! After this week, I thought I'd loose my ability to be surprised." One of them stood shocked for a minute, but then fired back up.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

Don Rafael probed. "Yes, Dad. Liam and I are thinking about marriage, but we don't have concrete plans yet. And my second reason why I cane back home is my script has been chosen by a famous television company back in Australia, and it's owned by Liam's family. They will turn my novel into a late-night drama series that will run for 3 months! All of the shooting locations are in Walnut Creek. The cast and crew will be flying here next week!” Serena announced, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm so happy and proud of your achievements, Serena." the old man stated.

I could feel his tension pouring off him in waves. I felt the heartbeat pounding through his palm where it met mine. That throb of nervous energy. The way his breath caught whenever we passed an open door. The Red Rooms spilled moans into the hallway, full view of a woman gagging around cock with tears running down her cheeks and mascara smudged like war paint. Blue Room—one woman restrained, a man drawing teasing circles on his thighs with a riding crop. Every doorway was a story. Every glance was permission or a dare. And Ryden was seeing all of it.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.