Story 1 of 6: SHe
Synopsis: A short story about a monster who stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is only attacking women taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.
Story 2 of 6: A Haunted House Tale
Synopsis: This short story is about five college students on Halloween night who set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will these students live to see the morning or will this house claim five more victims?
Story 3 of 6: Sandy and The Stranger
Synopsis: A road racing champion meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.
Story 4 of 6: Demon Energy
Synopsis: A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?
Story 5 of 6: Killer Treads
Synopsis: A short story about a man who sees a flashy ad online advertising a twenty dollar treadmill. He buys the machine, too cheap to be scared, and realizes much to his dismay that this machine has a taste for blood. Big Bob better run like his life depends on it because in many ways it does.
Story 6 of 6: Joyride
Synopsis: A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits.
EXCERPT: Story 2 of 6: A Haunted House Tale
The men continued to jam, as the furry little imp, wearing only green tattered shorts, slithered out from inside the tent and scurried off into the darkness, his hoofed feet clacking softly on the floor as he ran.
“Did you hear that?” Scott asked, as the pot quickly turned from happy friend to paranoid enemy.
The MP3 player moved onto Metallica’s “Jump in the Fire.”
“It’s just the pot man. Relax. You know how you get,” Robert replied, annoyed his buzz had been disturbed. He closed his eyes, and tried to get back into the groove of things.
“Robert’s right. Just enjoy the buzz,” Kevin replied, eyes blank and staring ahead.
Scott didn’t feel right, and something in him knew it wasn’t just the pot. The shadows dancing on the wall, cast by the burning fire, took on ghostly images with sinister looks and devious intentions. He closed his eyes and tried to zone back into the music, tried to zone back into the good buzz he had going, but it was hard to do with his instincts on high alert.
“Holy shit!” Kevin screamed, suddenly and without warning, eyes wide, and scared.
Robert and Scott looked at him and then to the spot where he was staring.
In the darkness of the hall, a ghost hovered there wearing a long white robe, conjured up from the very depths of hell. This ghost had a blank white face, dark black eyes bleeding red tears. A black portal for a mouth, no nose and no ears. It had scaly white hands, dangling white feet, and a bald shiny white head.
Robert, Scott, and Kevin, of course stood up, chairs flipping end over end behind them as they did.
The fire popped and cracked as the ghost evaporated.
The MP3 player suddenly took on a life of its own, as it flipped through the songs with lightning speed until it reached Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper.” The song blared to life, and it seemed to not only pour out of the stereo the MP3 player was attached to, but the music was coming from everywhere in the house from the basement to the attic it pounded from invisible speakers.