Take a journey into the dark imagination. Tales of werewolves, ghosts, a demonic clown, a Venus flytrap and something you never knew about Al Capone. Oh, yeah almost forgot ... a possessed clothes dryer.
Wait what?
Fear tempts and bewitches. It wants you to read these tales with no one home and by the light of a flickering candle. It delights in the rise of goose bumps on your arms. You'll find fear with its icy fingers laced throughout these short stories, flash fiction, and even a few dark verse. Let your imagination revel in the twists and turns and dark corners that await.
Excerpt
The passenger side of Stan’s Prius opened slowly with no sound. “Hey, buddy. Long time no see. How the hell have you been?” the clown said slamming the door.
Stan’s head twisted violently to glare at the clown sitting next to him. A plethora of screams swirled inside Stan, but the muscles around his mouth wouldn’t set them free.
“So, what’s it been about ten or twelve years?” the clown queried. “Hey, check this out.” The clown lifted the lapel on his jacket revealing a bright yellow plastic flower. Blood squirted out splattering the dashboard. The clown laughed maniacally.
Stan’s head remained twisted and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. His fingers were now almost white from grasping the wheel.
“Wow, the last time we met, you were about eight or nine. Your mom had brought you to the circus. I came up from behind you and tickled you. Remember?”
Stand remained taut and silent.
“Guess I scared the shit out of you. Oops...then you fell through those bleachers. The look on your face is about what you look like right now. Oh, and the sound...the sound of your head hitting that cement was deafening. It was much louder than any melon falling to the floor.”
Screams boiled inside Stan. He never heard the rap on the window. The only sound was the sustained voice of fear.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
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