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Wirral Writer
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Category:
Horror
Publisher: Amazon
ISBN-10: B00NIQ4IYC
Type: Fiction
Pages: 154
Copyright: Sept 11, 2014
Price: $3.03 (eBook)
Horror Stories 2 is the latest volume of short fiction by paranormal author Alan Toner. Another twelve terrifying tales guaranteed to give you many a sleepless night.
Horror Stories 2 is the latest volume of short fiction by paranormal author Alan Toner. Another twelve terrifying tales guaranteed to give you many a sleepless night. Among the tales included in this special werewolf edition (there are four stories relating to lycanthropes) are:
DANCE OF THE WEREWOLF - Two unattached women attend a singles dance at a country manor . . . little knowing that a werewolf stalks the area.
THE HALLOWEEN MASK - A bit of Halloween trick-or-treating becomes a night of untold horror.
DID YOU HEAR THAT? - A paranormal TV show team investigate a supposedly haunted house, but get more than they bargained for.
THE CAVE - A day trip to the seaside is heaven for a young holidaymaker . . . until it becomes a living hell once he enters the cave.
If you love reading horror collections like The Pan Book of Horror Stories and The Year's Best New Horror, then you are sure to enjoy reading this spine-chilling collection.
Excerpt
DANCE OF THE WEREWOLF
“Hey, Carol, have you seen this?” Melanie’s voice bubbled with enthusiasm as she spotted something in the local paper she was reading at her desk.
Carol looked up at her from the paperback chick lit novel she was reading at her own desk. “Seen what?” she asked, somewhat absently.
“There’s a big singles night on at Woodfern Hall this Saturday night.”
“Oh yeah.” Carol’s tone didn’t echo her colleague’s enthusiasm. She returned her attention to her paperback.
Melanie shot her a disappointed glance. “Well don’t sound so over the moon about it.”
The two office colleagues were on their half-hour lunch break, which was why they were relaxing with their respective reads. They rarely went out in their dinnertime, preferring instead to stay in the office and have their lunch at their desks. And it was usually on these occasions that the topic of conversation turned to their love lives, both of which were, at least for the moment, non-existent. Of the two, Melanie was usually the one whose desire to meet a man bordered on desperation, whereas Carol took a more laid back view of singledom. This was why her enthusiasm for the singles night was not as intense as Melanie’s was.
But there was another reason why Carol was cool about the idea of going to the singles night: when she heard where it was being held, Woodfern Hall, a slight feeling of unease instantly stirred inside her. She remembered the reputation that place had. Well, not so much the hall itself, but the area surrounding it. Last year, she had read quite disturbing reports in the paper of some kind of animal, or creature, being seen prowling around the woods at night. A couple of people had even been attacked by this strange creature, and one had been savaged so badly that he had very nearly died. It was one of the most unpleasant news stories that Carol had ever read.
Despite exhaustive searches and thorough investigations by the local authorities and an expert cryptozoologist, the animal remained at large, and after one or two more isolated incidents, the sightings and attacks stopped as suddenly and mysteriously as they had begun. It was as if, for some unknown reason, the creature had decided it had enough of its reign of terror there, and had possibly moved on.
As to people’s opinions on just exactly what this creature was, many thought it was some kind of wild animal that had escaped from a zoo or an animal research laboratory; others, the minority, really did believe it was a werewolf. Yes, as ridiculous as that sounded, they actually did think it was a lycanthrope, just like the kind you saw in horror movies. Well, they argued, it did have all the recognisable characteristics of a werewolf: a huge hairy body, pointed ears, a long snout baring razor-sharp canine teeth, and a terrifying propensity to utter a blood-curdling howl that would have put even Lon Chaney Jr., of the old Universal Wolf Man movies, to shame. Add to all that the fact that this beast was only seen and heard during nights of the full moon, and you had a classic example of a modern-day werewolf prowling around a rural English village.
What a horrible few months it must have been for those villagers, Carol thought with a shudder. And had the creature, or werewolf, or whatever the hell it was, really gone away for good? Just because it hadn’t reappeared there for nearly a year now, it didn’t necessarily mean that it hadn’t completely left the area. For all they knew – for all anybody knew – it could still be lurking around somewhere in those deep, dark woods, and could suddenly come
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