A collection of short horror stories about vampires, zombies, and mermaids who love too much.
The Horror Hack
"Charlie": a Waltons-esque tale about a boy whose father handles the uprising of the dead in a less-than-helpful manner. It's the most heartwarming and "family friendly" zombie story you'll read this year.
"The Beautiful People": a celebutard who is famous for being famous and her adventures in zombieland
"Dumping Ground": a stripper and her daughter, on the run from a zombie-infested town, find worse things in the swamps.
"Fanboys": a fading scream queen realizes there's a very good reason why she hates attending horror conventions.
"Nympho": a frat guy finds the girl of his (wet) dreams and very quickly wishes he hadn't.
"Family Value": a woman's nasty stepdaughter makes her life even more miserable after the teen is murdered.
"When We Are As We Once Were": a skeleton crew at a nursing home face various unpleasantries as the dead rise and the old die.
"Ground Floor": a small group of people are trapped in a high-rise elevator while zombies run amuck. Claustrophobic fun!
"Dominion": a goth girl's dream of being possessed comes true...but not in the way she hoped.
"Trailer Park of the Damned": a supply run at the local Sav-Mart goes bad for Jolene and her redneck pursuers.
Excerpt from Blessed Are the Dead: Jolene's life on the road: no trailer park, no friends, no living people around.
His naked body twitched, suspended high in the air. His arms remained out to the sides, his legs dangling loosely below him. His chin dropped to his chest. For a few long moments, Patty could only hear the animal-like growls of his breathing. He didn’t move.
Carl’s left leg trembled. A crack of splintering bone suddenly exploded into the silence and Carl’s leg snapped backward, the knee joint bending the wrong way. And somehow he laughed and screamed at the same time.
“Oh God…” she whimpered, tugging on a t-shirt, fighting her way into jeans, shoes. Another crack, and then horrible splintering sounds as his right leg shattered.
Carl screamed again, forcing Patty’s attention back to him, and she saw claw marks appearing in the middle of his chest, down his stomach. She heard the sound of him coming apart, a wet unzipping of his flesh.
His eyes, cloudy with death, looked through her. And even as he screamed, the thing inside him forced his mouth to move into a smile.