A short story collection of dark fiction. Five tales of women in jeopardy.
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Step into the world of dark fiction where---
--a woman on the brink of madness plots evil revenge against the local bully boys who killed her cats and finds, instead THE DARK SIDE OF THE RAINBOW.
--a woman inherits an Egyptian mummy with instructions for activating its powers and making her every wish come true. Then she learns the mummy has wishes of its own in KISS MUMMY GOODNIGHT
A nymphomaniac finds eternal love, the kind she never expected. Then her new lover buries her alive in THE SEDUCTION.
A woman's search for her lost memory leads her down a dead-end road to a sinister old man in a barren pasture where she comes face to face with her destiny in ERASURE.
--a woman attacked by a gigantic five-foot spider searches for answers to the strange changes within her body and uncovers covert government research gone wrong in LADY IN THE DARK.
Unforgettable tales from . . . the dark side.
A shrill shriek cut through the lonely Kansas night. Jenny Marsh jerked awake, awash in terror, and sat upright. Her heart constricted. "Those damn dogs! They're after my cats again," she muttered. "Another three hundred dollar vet bill." She flipped her feet over the side of the bed and rushed barefoot out the door into the muggy summer night.
She scurried toward the empty lot a hundred yards from her house. It wasn't the first time she'd run panic-stricken into the night trying to save the feral cats that lived in the forested area close to her house. All the town dogs ran loose at night and had already killed two of her favorites.
Her sister's words echoed in her ears. "You're out of your mind, spending all that money feeding those cats. There's no way you can even tame them. You're an idiot! Someday you're going to get bit. My God! You could even get rabies. Think what could happen if you tried to fight off some pit bull during the middle of the night."
The logic of the words did not soften the cruelty of being called an idiot. Anger boiled anew. It was none of Darlene's business. Some sister she was.
Another shriek! She pumped harder, racing toward the sound. Then she was in the center of the lot. She stopped, listening. A deadly silence filled the woods.
The night closed around her. The forest was filled with the flash of fireflies, the drone of mosquitoes, and the cadence of June bugs, cicadas and frogs. In the distance, water lapped against the riverbanks of Grouse Creek. The woodsy scent of pine trees drifted on the air, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, piercing the deep shadows. Even the tree leaves seemed to whisper secrets.
Twigs gouged her bare feet, and a stiff June breeze whipped her thin nightie against her body. Nothing stirred. The moon slipped behind the clouds, smothering her in darkness. She sensed danger, something evil lurking in the night. The hair rose on the back of her neck. She shivered and hugged herself.
Her sister's words came back to taunt her. "Anyone could be hiding out there in that empty lot. Just because you live in a town that's a wide spot in the road doesn't make you any safer than I am here in Wichita. There are a lot of perverts out there."
An eerie thrumming within the shadows caught her attention. Her gaze shifted sideways, and she froze in sudden fear. Something rustled, moving beneath the trees. The force of her beating heart smashed against her ribcage. The rustling came again, like someone scraping against tree bark. What in God's name was that?
In the thirty years she'd lived here, Jenny had never been afraid in these woods. She was being foolish. It was only the wind. Summoning her courage, she took a deep breath, and slowly backed up, trying to deny the feeling of danger, the feeling of being watched. She wished the moon would reappear.
A quick scuttling.
A fluorescent shine slithered toward her.
Her terror escalated. She pivoted and ran in mad panic. Her breath came in short gasps, adrenaline pumping as she raced through the darkness. Then she was knocked to her knees, flipped on her back, and pinned to the ground.
Something hairy brushed against her face—touching her—first her arms, then her legs, searching over her body in the dark. She thrashed, pushing against the body pinning her to the ground. . .
Excerpt from Lady in the Dark