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Monster slayer, avatar of salt and dust, drifting through Hades in a hand-basket. Gravel popped like collapsing stars as Elvis skidded the Indian to a bone-shaking stop. Spirals of dust muddled the air, partially obscuring a looming thirty foot entry arch crowned with baroque lettering, ZOLTARS COSMIC CARNIVAL & MEDICINE SHOW. It's garish neon veneer of glamour sparked and twinkled with millions of tiny lights in candy shop colors. A ticket booth centered in the middle was ornately carved with cherubs and blossoming scrolls, then lacquered in vivid yellow, magenta and royal blue…

Diffused moonlight skimmed the imposing gray silhouette of the chapel, rising like an impenetrable fortress against a bleak October sky. History and beauty saturated massive, ivy-sheltered stones washed in the tears and prayers of the faithful. What could possibly go wrong? It was an innocent church carnival and this was Saint John The Evangelist.......

Moonlight illuminated the faded carnival signs and the Butcher studied each with an unwavering gaze as he trudged through the crowd, pressing his boot-heels into the gravel with slow, deliberate steps. Celebrants, suddenly…

Beasley's Ridge Cemetery welcomed most new occupants via Burns Funeral Home and Crematory while Reverend Malcolm Spragg, spiritual pillar of the Fortune Falls Church of Christ, did the best he could to assure a good send-off for each and every one. A man just can't witness that many black suits and waxy, tear-puffed faces without stepping into the shoes of the bereaved. As Reverend Spragg suffered from Taphophobia, or fear of being buried alive, he devised a method to watch over his flock to the very end. In addition to the Good Book, a pine box and a pre-dug hole, each had a thin…

She had made this walk countless nights before and it would take more than a few jacked up juveniles to harsh her mellow. Okay, she paused mid-stride, senses on alert, maybe something like the ear-splitting mega-blast of Bose speakers pulsating from that '69' Barracuda, Blizzard Blue and waxed to cruise, screeching around the corner a few blocks up on Maple Avenue. Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs on steroids, "Hey there little red riding hood..you sure are lookin' good...", rattling darkened storefront windows and her newly-found sense of composure. Tires smoked as the 'Cuda ground to…

Texas Rangers...the line between good and evil, live and die by a creed of honor...No man in the wrong can stand against a man in the right that just keeps on comin'... Highway 90 is a long, lonely stretch of flat hugging the Texas - Mexico border and the rusting tracks of the Southern Pacific Railroad. Sun-scorched, a wide open treeless sweep of scrub terrain with not much to relieve the tedium except for the occasional prickly pear cactus. Folks say that when the dust blows up in Mexico, they sneeze in Texas, and you'd be hard-pressed to find a man inclined to argue. Teardrop Texas…

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"Take your seats folks," Grandma beamed, "Happy Thanksgiving!" When everyone had been seated, forks in hand, they were…

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It occurred to me that the most prolific horror writers really know how to make an exit...leaving mysterious legacies more intriguing than stories in print. Case in point...on October 7, 1849...Poe finished dinner with Dr. John Carter at Saddler's Restaurant...grabbing his Malacca cane..with sword concealed at the tip..on his way out the door...leaving behind a copy of Moore's Irish Rhapsodies. His body was discovered around 3 AM that same night and it was determined that his beloved cat..Catterina..had expired simultaneously. A group of unnamed city officials later crashed the wake… more

3 AM...the heart stutters as a sharp biting wind whistles through the tiny gleaming fibers of the web. Webmaster...Ralph Hawke Manis...leans over his desk at www.infinitee-designs.com...sequestering ravens in an open cage. The keyboard ignites...issuing a gilded invitation for tales of terror to glide in from the nothing...casting shadows in the bright light of the fire...and take up residence in the empty rooms. Dangerous characters...caught between the drone of mortal hours and the mystic...shuffle in the tempest...waiting to be struck by… more

 

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"Want to Read Something Really Scary?"

Horror stories by author Sunni Ellis designed to scare the hell out of you! Read the teasers and purchase the full story direct from the writer. Supporting artists and writers is a… more