Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 22, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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FULLMOON SAGA
by Kathleen McCluskey

The sallow orbital spectre rose through the cold arctic sky. The craters and scaring reflected the turbid water beneath. The soft glow woke the ancient mortal enemies. They had fought once before ending with the rival of peace enjoying the victory. The earth had suffered one of its greatest calamities at the hands of this adversary, the ice age. Now once again they would clash, holding the earth’s future in the outcome.
The shell of the great loggerhead breached the water first. He had lain dormant for centuries, now needing a moment to gather its thoughts and to stretch the long comatose muscles. The frigid water began to bubble and pulse as the great defender of Mother Earth began to rise. He breached the water, his long hair and beard dripped and moved in the sea breeze. His lengthy slumber healed the massive wounds inflicted in the previous battle.
The adversaries were ready, eyeing each other as they circled in the bitter liquid. The turtle lunged first hitting the muscular man in the chest. Waves of tsunami size gushed in every direction as the man went down, down under the water. He crashed to the sea floor with the turtle in his hands. Cracks formed in the seabed as the earth quaked and rumbled. The water rushed over both of them. The surface was briefly calmed then the whirlpool began. Rising up with the loggerhead in his grasp was the defender of Mother Earth, his large calloused hands held the mighty beast by the head. He begged the earth to persuade her loyal companion to let loose his freezing blue hue. The moon complied and as the great defender stood on the turtles back they were once again frozen for time.
Slowly they sank to the depths to await the moment when once again the fate of the planet would be decided.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Kathleen McCluskey:

The Long Fall: Book 1: The Inception of Horror

Lucifer always cunning and intelligent challenges father to a battle of wits. Being the angel of light he casts a judgemental eye upon mankind. He begins a war with his fellow archangels and God. Michael, along with his siblings defend their home and mankind from their deranged brother. Broad swords and hand to hand combat drench heaven in blood. The four apocalyptic steeds are released, each having their own destructive power. Betrayal and lust are at biblical levels. Understand the very creation of evil and the consequenses that transpire in the first of THE LONG FALL series.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Ela Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 22, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Divide
by Ela Lourenco

Far away, on the forgotten borders in my mind, there is a secret land separate from my life. I smile with my face as I go about my day, a cheerful good morning to my neighbours, a kindly ruffle of the doorman’s child. To everyone outside I am the friendly girl next door. The sun may be shining, the summer’s breeze warm, but my innermost place is dark to the very core.
Fractured, fragmented, there is a hidden isle in my thoughts. Uprooted and torn, detached from the rolling green meadows is a rickety old house of shadows and night. I remember quite clearly, as though it were today, when that part of my mind began to branch out. Slow but steady tremors rumbled for years, and then with one moment it broke free. I fought on the border, to remain with the light but the dark red covering my hands forced me into that house.
Into that house, house of nightmare and horror. Into that house where my true desires flourished. What once was a rock breaking away from the land, now hovers growing each day as I succumb to its lures. Each ruby drop I spill, each light I snuff out adds vigour to the heartbeat of my place of solace.
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Ela Lourenco:

Essence

Katra is a Fae Hunter in a world once ravaged by a terrible war. Having lost all memory of her childhood and rightful identity, her duty is now to protect the tentative peace brokered by the varying races of the supernatural world. When an evil darkness begins to spread, draining young witches of their power, Katra must find a way back to her true past in order to save the future.

Enduring many trials as ever-increasing powers awaken within her, Katra must also struggle with the mixed emotions her new partner, Blade – a Black Dragon – is rousing within her. Together they must battle the shadows that plan to devour the world they know and prevent its decent into another thousand-year war.

Can Katra hold onto her strength as the truth of her very being begins to unravel? Can she bear the weight that ancient prophecy has placed on her young shoulders? Or is her destiny to regain her true self, only to lose the world she is sworn to protect?

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 21, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Thirsty
by Selah Janel

It was the rule of solitary desert travel: don’t leave the vehicle. Still, he couldn’t resist. It was there, larger than life, beckoning.
Not it. She. She was there. The only green in a thirsty, lonely world. The only living thing for miles.
He could easily snap off a few photos, use them for his next exhibition. He started to. He raised the camera, lined up the photo, checked the light and camera settings, even got off a few test shots…
And found himself walking closer over the ground so cracked and dry he was amazed it didn’t try to suck the ideas right out of him. His boots crunched over the ground, closer despite the oncoming clouds.
No animal, not even an insect, was around to make a noise. Only she stood: proud, sensual, defiant. He was suddenly very aware of how far he’d walked from his car, how terribly alone he was.
No, he was with her. And it felt good, right. He was supposed to stop there.
A strange, elated terror crept under his skin like wandering needles as he stared at her stretched limbs, her pose, the brittle bark of her skin. It was a spreading awareness, a bitter taste, a muted alarm bell that didn’t make sense.
How could she be a danger? She was the only thing there. She was right.
 He couldn’t look away, even as he wanted to walk back to the car and the real world.
Feet stumble. Hands reach out to steady a body. It happens.
His hand tingled where it hit the bark.
It also happened that he couldn’t pull his hand away. It also happened that the tree (no, her) slowly took on a soft pink glow and began to shrink in size.
And it happened that his own pallor grew pale. He didn’t notice it at first, he was too busy realizing he was suddenly, horribly thirsty.
Thirsty for water. For fame. For purpose. For connection. For everything.
The hell?! He thought because he couldn’t ask. His mouth had sealed, his skin rippled to bark, his arms and fingers reaching beyond human capability. The thirst became desperate longing as the tree – no, her, no, human – pulled her hand away. She regarded the dry, dying thing stuck in the dry, dead wasteland with a proud, sensual smile, pausing only to pick up the discarded camera before she headed to the car, eager to be away from that place.
She was always thirsty, after all, and it was time to find more to drink.
Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Selah Janel:


Mooner

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John. Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for his future?

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @LydiaPrime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 21, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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4089: Croatoan
by Lydia Prime

They thought they’d found it. The miracle ‘cure’. The final solution! I don’t know who’ll get this, but I think it should be sent… Maybe if this makes it further than myself, the next ones – they can be ready.
On March fourteenth the news reported an intergalactic breech. Something, or perhaps even someone, had crash landed somewhere in the vast Atlantic Ocean. They reported that both Americas, Europe, Africa, and even Asia were dispatching search teams. There was so much coverage, everyone was glued to TV’s, phones, watches, holographic sets; whatever could give us updates. Suddenly, on March nineteenth, everything stopped. The teams were no longer mentioned, and all we heard about were celebrity scandals and their bizarre baby naming habits. The world had ignorantly forgotten the events of the days before, just let them go. Conspiracy articles popped up here and there, but nothing concrete. Nothing that seemed to come from anyone who didn’t wear tinfoil as a hat on the regular.
Almost eight months later, Big Pharma came out with a new brand of ‘medicine’. Something none of us had ever seen before. Initially this product was advertised to help alleviate common illnesses; but soon, it did more – much more. The illnesses and diseases Big Pharma made the most money on were being cured, you know, cancer, MS, HIV/AIDs; you name it, the mystery drug stopped it. Inevitably the truth was revealed. Back in March, when all those teams went to find the unidentified fallen object, they found something astounding.
Specifically, we were told that a ‘nonliving organic matter’ had been discovered. Through tests done in labs across the globe, Earth’s top scientists had discovered that when combining the foreign matter with small mammal DNA, it showed incredible healing properties. The only logical next step was to move onto the human populace, so they did. Three months of testing, a little bippity-boppity-boop, and a trademarked-patented-miracle-cure-all was born. Finally, stem cell research results without a stigma, taboo, or debate. We – the human race. Ate. That. Shit. Up.
About a year passed before things got… messy. More than three quarters of the population began to have side effects of pandemic proportions. They would lose memory – most just became unreactive shells of who they used to be. What was happening? Why? Language barriers be damned, the evidence was before us, and unfortunately there was nothing we could do, it was too late.
A final broadcast went out over anything that could receive a transmission: “We are Croatoan. You filthy beings have been deemed to be of lower intelligence through out the galaxy. With permission from the Galactic Order, we sent down our Bio-Weaponry. If left untouched, it would have devastated your puny society over a century in your time. Thank you, from all of us, for making this so very, very easy.”
Here I am, staring into the swirling vortex the Croatoans have opened to take us with them. We don’t have enough left to even try to fight. I hope this message makes it out into the galaxy somehow.
B e w a r e .   C r o a t o a n .
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Lydia Prime:

Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Julianne Snow @CdnZmbiRytr @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Ultimate Destruction
by Julianne Snow

He must make a decision even though it is hard. To kill his darlings, the ones he nurtured and brought to their pinnacle, is a task no Creator wants. But sometimes it’s a must.
It seems unnatural these beloveds would be so cruel, but it’s nature of the willful to think themselves invincible. Oh, the havoc they wreak—all of it in wayward ignorance but no less dangerous and damaging to the One who gave them the choice.
Each time He tries to get them right, but every time they fail. Like an ouroborus of creation, the circle remains unbroken. The Ultimate Destruction endures only to destroy through renewal, it’s carnage a regeneration of chance.
Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Julianne Snow:

JulianneSnow_TheDeadOfPenderghastManorThe Dead of Penderghast Manor

What would you do if you knew the Dead could talk?

For Chester Penderghast, it’s not the easiest of questions to answer…

Ensconced in the basement of his family’s mortuary business is the last place he wants to be, but when the conversation starts flowing, Chester’s the only living person who can hear it. What do the Dead want, and why is he the only one who can hear them?

This is not your average zombie tale—the Dead don’t want to eat your brains, but they will chew your ear off!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Child Snatchers
by Rie Sheridan Rose

“Twelve degrees starboard, Larakin,” ordered Captain Stilskin. “There’s a hovel on the hill looks promising.”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” The mate turned a brass crank, and the complex system of gears powering the steerage of the island meshed to start the whole of it into a ponderous turn.
Stilskin stepped to the edge of the island, looking out over the sea of clouds that billowed around them. The sun was beginning its dying arc, and the clouds were gold and bronze.
This was his favorite time to pounce, at the dying of the day when distances got hazy and children grew careless trying to squeeze out one more round of tag or one more game of hide and seek.
The bright sound of laughter rose through the air to the island from the hovel on the hill. Yes! A pack of laughing children spilled out of the shack and danced down the sides of the hill.
A pretty little red-haired girl in a torn smock caught the captain’s eye.
“That one, Larakin. I’ll have that one.”
“Aye, sir.”
The goblin strapped on his steam apparatus and jumped off the side of the island. The whirligig attached to the top of the device began to spin, and he maneuvered until he was right over the girl’s head. With a swooping dive, he snatched her up and was back into the clouds again before she had time to scream.
“Excellent work, Larakin!” the captain cried. “Put her with the others for now.”
Larakin nodded and shoved the struggling child before him until they reached the crumbling ruin that was the island’s only structure. He took a huge brass key from his shirt and unlocked the door to the cellar.
“In you go, dearie,” he ordered, giving the girl a push.
That made a dozen in the cell. The goblin horde would eat well this month.
“Let’s go home, Larakin,” called the captain.
“Aye, aye, sir.”
With another ponderous turn, the island headed for its mooring. The hunt was done for now.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Rie Sheridan Rose:

Skellyman

“I have always preferred the supernatural in tales of horror, the knot between life and death. Rie Sheridan Rose’s Skellyman is cool and creepy. Her first horror novel is a chilling read.” — Charlee Jacob – Stoker winner, Best novel, “Dread in the Beast”

Brenda Barnett is trying to cope with raising her four-year-old daughter all alone after an accident tore her family in half. As she and Daisy go for a much-needed treat, the little girl spots a Skellyman on the corner.

This pivotal encounter leads to a wave of mounting terror as Brenda’s life begins to come undone around her. Who is the Skellyman? Why does he keep appearing? Can the sympathetic policeman Brenda turns to stop the madness before it is too late?

And why does Daisy insist that her dead brother is trying to tell them something important?

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Still Dark, a novel by D.W. Gillespie – #Horror #Paranormal #MindControl @dw_gillespie

Posted on January 19, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

Still Dark

D.W. Gillespie

When a thunderous explosion rocks an idyllic cabin resort in the Great Smoky Mountains, animals and humans alike begin to act strange. Jim, along with his wife Laura and son, Sam, are cut off from the outside world, but they soon realize the true nightmare is just beginning…

Deep in the snow-covered woods, something is waiting. The creature calls itself Apex, and it’s a traveler. Reading the minds of those around it, Apex brings the terrifying fears hidden in the human psyche to life with a singular purpose: to kill any that stand in its way.

Locked in a fight for their lives, Jim and his family must uncover the truth behind Apex, and stop the creature from wreaking a horrifying fate upon the rest of the world!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR — D.W. Gillespie has been writing dark fiction in one form or another since he was old enough to hold a pencil. He’s been featured in multiple horror anthologies, both in print and online. Still Dark is his debut novel, and his second book, a short collection titled Handmade Monsters, arrives in 2017. He lives in Tennessee with his wife and two children.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on January 1, 2018 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Dark of the Light
by Asena Lourenco

As I tiptoed through the black, scorched land
One lay on the ground giving me his hand
Shivers rattled down my spine
As I realised that the hand was mine
What would happen if I was to let go?
That is what I do not want to know
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Asena Lourenco:

Asena Lourenco is 10 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sumiko Saulson @sumikoska @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on December 31, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Men and Their Machines
by Sumiko Saulson

Mounds of earth covered me like flesh here, where I’d slept for many ages… head tipped, back arched, leg crossed over my belly. That was before they awakened me. Men with their machines dug into the ground beneath my feet. My toes bled where the skin was broken. Now, I inhale the dust, gathering my strength for the day when I can rise up from this dust and destroy them.
Today was a good day. I could feel some sensation in my toe, after centuries of neuropathy. A man showed up in a bulldozer to hallow out the space between my knees. I rose up and kicked his wicked steel device. The ground shook, and the machine shivered. A tire burst.
Tomorrow, I will rise. I will shake the earth to its core! Men will feel the trembling ground, screaming of earthquakes and tremors. Then, I will stand! Bending down, I will scoop them up into my hands, one by one… and eat them.
How I miss the taste of human flesh.
Fiction © Copyright Sumiko Saulson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Sumiko Saulson:

The Void Between Emotions

Explore the darker side of speculative fiction with this collection of supernatural short stories involving sea creatures, ghosts, witches, mermen, shapeshifters, and more. The Void Between Emotions is written by an African American author and contains many stories that reflect African American culture, conflict and issues as well as other culture’s concerns fine examples of writing the other. The stories are primarily horror, with some science-fiction and paranormal romance. The Void between Emotions consists of the ocean-themed The Dance of the Sea Hare and Tortoise; a creepy tale about a young black man strangely obsessed with the recent influx of oceanic life onto dry land; Character Flaws, about a fictional character taking over his author; Bodies, about a human woman who hates her body as much as her witch girlfriend loves it, The Woman Who Couldn’t Stop Crying, about La Llorona, The Weeping Woman), Shallow Waters, about a loveable but unfortunately dangerous merman; Sweetness, a post-apocalyptic tale about a desperate werepig and a ruthless bacon hunter; The Birthday Present, about a girl who unexpectedly learns who her true father is during a wicked Sweet Sixteen party; This One Has Teeth, about a dentist visit from hell; Bloodsuckers, about a symbiotic parasite and vampire relationship; Ashes and Coffee, about a young homeless woman faced with death personified, and Therma Martin Zeda 2525, about a future dystopia and genetic engineering gone wrong.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheri White @sheriw1965 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on December 30, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Waves of Insanity
by Sheri White

Lily woke up from her nap, disoriented and groggy. Her room was dark, but she had fallen asleep at 2pm, while the sun was still strong in the sky.
Crap, how long did I sleep? I’ll be late!
She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, but it was only 4:30pm. She got up and approached the window, pulling the curtain aside.  Dark clouds filled the sky; whitecaps topped the choppy lake.
Great, a storms coming. That will make getting to work lots of fun.
She grabbed her purse and keys and headed outside to her car.  “Damn, it got cold!” She got a jacket out of the trunk, then noticed her neighbor standing on the lake shore, staring at the horizon. She pulled her jacket tightly against herself and crossed the street.
“Jim? Are you okay?”
He turned to Lily, his eyes wide and haunted.
“Did you see? Did you see what happened?”
Lily stepped back, sweating now despite the coldness. She looked at the water, but didn’t see anything unusual for an approaching storm. “No – tell me. What’s going on? It’s just a storm coming, you know that isn’t a big deal.”
The man dropped to his knees and pushed his fists into his eyes. “It was horrible! I can’t… Oh, god!” He sobbed, cramming handfuls of wet sand into his mouth.
Lily screamed, trying to stop the man, but he broke away from her and ran into the lake. Jim turned to look at her, sand spilling from his screaming mouth, falling backwards into the churning water.
He didn’t come back up.
She ran back to her car, sighing in relief when it started up without its usual coaxing. With shaking hands, she dialed 911 on her phone, but nothing happened. She tossed it on the passenger seat and tore out of the neighborhood breaking the boom gate at the security booth. She saw more bodies on the street, as well as a few people who looked as panicked as Lily felt. She slammed on her brakes and rolled down her window.
“What’s happening? What’s going on?” she screamed. But nobody even looked at her. As she watched, a woman ran head-first into a storefront window. Blood spurted onto the glass; the woman’s body twitched and spasmed.
There was nothing on the radio to let Lily know what was happening, only static and hissing. She pushed the car as fast as it could go, occasionally passing another driver doing the same. She didn’t even slow down while driving through the small lake towns along the way, but she was still able to see that whatever was going on, it was happening everywhere. She could see people jumping off buildings, people ramming their heads into brick walls. She thought she saw someone on fire next to a gas pump as she passed a Wawa, but didn’t want to know for sure.
Occasionally she tried her phone, but it didn’t work. She noticed all the traffic lights were dark, and that there were no lights on anywhere. Only an occasional car’s headlights were visible, and a tiny bit of light from the moon illuminated the tree tops.
“Where do I go? Where is it safe? WHAT IS HAPPENING?” she screamed, beating her palm on the steering wheel. She yanked the wheel to the right to avoid an oncoming car, causing it to careen into a tree on the side of the road. The air bag deployed, but she still cracked her head on the driver’s side window.
Lily forced the car door open, sliding through the small opening onto the grass. She crawled onto the bridge ahead of her, the road to the mountains beckoning her as her blood and tears dripped onto the pavement.
Please let me make it to the other side. It must be safe over there. It has to be.
Waves in the water below thrashed and foamed, and cold air penetrated Lily’s jacket, making her shiver. The moon peeked out from the dark clouds, shining down upon the water. She pulled herself up against the bridge rails and watched the water capsize the few sailboats anchored.
It’s beautiful, Lily thought. I wonder if I could… What would happen if I…
Then she screamed and dug her fingernails into her eyes, ripping them from their sockets. She flung herself over the bridge into the churning water.
The clouds covered the sliver of moon, and the world went dark.
Fiction © Copyright Sheri White
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Sheri White:

The Shadow Over Deathlehem: An Anthology of Holiday Horrors for Charity

O little town of Deathlehem,
Within you death doth lie!
Beneath thy deep and rutted streets
Tormented souls do cry.
Yet in your dark streets shineth
A cold and ghostly light.
The fears and tears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.

Well, here we are again, folks — Deathlehem …
… where Krampus isn’t the only creature to fear
when the holiday draws near…
… where holiday treats aren’t safe to eat …
… where not even the apocalypse will keep
people from celebrating the holiday …
… where even Chanukah isn’t safe to celebrate …

Twenty-five more tales of holiday horror to benefit
The Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation

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