Horror fans deserve better than this. I don't blame the author. In my opinion, this is one round of edits from being a pretty good book. Which is what really frustrates me here. You've got a good, creepy setup, some great horrifying settings, and a plot that moves along at a decent clip, but the ...
The Island illy McAllister drove the boat borrowed from one of his former “customers” due south, navigating between various small keys, some of which were barely larger than a dune of sand with a frosting of scrub grass. He was really looking forward to this weekend, and not just for the obvious...
Darren’s office was empty, though the lights were on. He stepped into the bull pen, and all of the desks were empty, though the computer screens all glared with light. Bill’s chair was pushed away from his desk, as if he’d left in a hurry; its back hung up on the front rim of Maggie’s desk. ...
Joe announced as they pulled onto I-80 West. Alex reached into her backpack. “And we’re not going to listen to Blink-182 the whole time.” Her face fell. “Okay, once,” he relented. She grinned and flipped the case open to extract the CD. “What are we going to do when we get there?” “Good question,...
TG pronounced, as he tilted back a stiff shot of Jack Daniel’s. He nodded at the crowded bar, and then slammed down the shot on the counter, instantly gaining the attention of the bartendress, a well-tattooed brunette in a loose tank top. TG had already made it a game of making sure he set their ...
It was high-pitched as birdsong, yet something deeper lurked inside. A melody that yearned for response. Demanded a duet. It soared high and free and then trilled and swooped, lower and deeper until the earthy lust of its contralto made his knees grow weak, and that which hung between grow strong...
“I don’t know how many people saw me walk through town that night, or what they thought. But nobody ever said anything to me. And nobody ever found Harold’s body. “It was a long time before I was right in the head after that. What He made me do that night…it was worse than dying. But it was effec...
And never in the same spot. Mark had never returned to any of the other sites where NightWhere had been held, but he decided to drive back to the first one, down on Riverside Avenue in the South Loop. He knew he could get back there easily—it wasn’t too far off the expressway. Maybe there’d be so...
5:23 p.m.Susan hadn’t gone home after dropping Rachel off. Instead, she’d headed over to the Windsor Retirement Home. Some people went out on dates and hit the bars on a Friday night.Susan read to the elderly.It wasn’t something she talked about, it was just what she did. When her dad had moved t...
He smiled reassuringly. I knew I had come to the right man. The man was Arthur. He put the art in Art’s Taxidermy, a tiny little shop around the corner from Main Street. You’d miss it if you didn’t know it was there. The shop squatted in one of those old white Victorians converted to ...
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It was maddening; at each meal, Caroline or Rocky or Sherrilyn watched him, never giving him a chance. He worried that before they grew lax enough for his plan to work, that his arm would be entwined in the hungry fingers of the tree so tight that they’d begin hand feeding him and stop setting hi...