A murderous tree, evil or misunderstood? Read this thrilling and dark story and find out the true intentions of the tree. Will it be stopped? How many will it kill? Take a looker and find out!

Reading this book will give you chills and have you scared out of your skin like no other. Every day you'll be wondering if you might encounter a bone-chilling thrill like this! To be or not to be, read at your own risk!

Horror movies turn me on. And now my ultimate fantasy has come to life. This Halloween, he wants me to be his good girl

My mother always reassured me that the dark was just the absence of light, nothing more. Every night, after tucking me firmly under my princess duvet. She would linger by the door, promising a good dream, oblivious to the true, systemic terror that took hold the moment the hall light vanished.

One of the eeriest tales my uncle ever told me was about a flood so heavy it swallowed the roads. He said as the rain poured and the water rose, he stood watching the current rage across the wooden bridge near his home. Then he saw them—coffins. Real coffins, drifting through the flood like a grim procession. Some sealed, some cracked open, bumping against each other as the water carried them into the night. He never said what he saw inside—only that the sight haunted him forever.

Growing up, my uncle told the wildest stories—some believable, some not. One that stuck was about the mysterious Wampus Cat. He’d say it lurked at night, screaming like a woman. As a kid, I’d wait outside hoping to hear it but never did. Years later, my younger sister actually heard the scream while standing on the porch with another uncle—I missed it by a minute. Fast-forward to me at 36, and I finally heard that eerie sound myself. Now I wish my uncle was here to tell him.

Difficult times are ahead for Omnia. After a sting to Mors' heart, the plan goes into play as he is taken. It should be a time to celebrate, a time to be proud of Mors getting caught so soon. However, worry clouds Omnia's heart. With protests, exploration, and possible kidnappings, she has a full day ahead of her. What will happen on a chaotic Valentine's Day? Her hope is to find a way to get captured or find a way to get an audience with Andromeda Morganite. As the rain pours down, Omnia experiences a melancholy downfall.

Most would choose to age gracefully, but not Elliot. He fights it one gear at a time in this thrilling story about a man coming to terms with mortality.

The first night, I dismissed it. It was exactly 8:00 pm when three sharp, deliberate knocks echoed from my front door. I had just settled into my worn armchair, the evening paper still crisp in my hands. I walked to the door,peered through the peephole, and saw nothing but the empty porch, the street lights casting long, lonely shadows. I figured it was some neighborhood kids prank and went back to my reading.

This is a story about why spacecraft should not have windows. It's a cosmic horror, science fiction piece I wrote a few years back for a prompt.

What does it mean to rely on heroes? This is a dark fantasy horror short story originally written for my anthology "Windows in the Dark."

Are you sure the things around you stay still? This is a story from my anthology "Windows in the Dark." https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RFKBGG5 Author-narrated version available here: https://youtu.be/8KvbS8OakJA

With a worry filled heart, Omnia looks to find a way to feed Mors. Of course it takes her into the city in which Stardust apartments resides in. Close to the entrance of Redemsia. Though she has felt safe from the Morganite forces, they are not just roaming Redemsia. They are spread far and wide to find anyone not obeying the laws that Omnia is yet to know. With two things in mind, she will explore in order to make sure Mors gets what is needed. Not to mention she gets to learn about the laws that have been in place since before her awakening.

ALIVE "It's 3 pm, Tuesday, April 12th and this is Jack Gunmara again. You're listening to Constitutional Conversations on the Patriot Radio Network and streaming live on YouTube." Jack eyed the red-lit ON AIR sign above his prized handwritten copy of the Constitution, displayed page by framed page, along one entire wall of the basement studio. Basement. "I've got Art from Albany on the line and we're discussing the flag burning incidents at some of the nationwide liberal protests this weekend.." Jack's homey bass drawl was perfect for broadcasting. "Art, I believe that, like me, you have some strong feelings about this." Art's craggy voice was familiar to Jack's regular audience. "Jack, this makes my blood boil. My son served 3 tours in Afghanistan and when I see liberal punks burning the flag he nearly gave his life for…" Art's pitch and volume ticked up a notch or two. "It's a crime is what it is." And the story continues and develops from there in the notes

Summer Camp or fucking murder scene. The Burlly Hollow police can't track down the Black Bark Slasher. Is there more than one person portraying the Slasher, or is it a supernatural being that can't be killed? Who knows? Read the story and find out. Don't read if you're sensitive to the following, Gore, Abusive content, bullying and sexual fantasy content

Leaving the coffee shop with Arius Darkmore, Omnia finds herself deep into the city. Finding herself in a night club, Omnia must figure out what game her untrustworthy companion is playing. Or at least find out more about Arius. Violet eyes keep watch of the 'little founder' as she meets strangers that could be rather dangerous. With dangers lurking about, Omnia remains ever vigilant with her surroundings.

The narrator recounts a recurring childhood nightmare involving a mysterious, menacing figure emerging from a hidden space in their bedroom wall. This nightmare transports them to a surreal beach clearing with cabins and a central mound, where their family is taken by an unseen force. The dream evolves over time, culminating in a terrifying encounter with a creature who is revealed to be masked and mal-intended before the narrator wakes abruptly. These vivid dreams left the narrator feeling fearful and exhausted throughout adolescence.

I was sitting there seeing everything but for some reason nobody could see me or hear me. Only a bird could hear me it was even talking to me, then all of a sudden, the bird told me to duck. So, I did and out of nowhere all these people came surrounding me like all of sudden they could see and hear me.

The note introduces the main character to the story, and shows the start of the apocalypse in the series.

Lost in a merciless forest, a once-loving husband and father reflects on his broken vows and the family he may never see again. Haunted by an inhuman presence, he's driven to exhaustion and madness, no longer the hunter but the hunted.