4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories
6 tales filled with gore and suspense.
The Headless Fountain Man
A simple photo. A quick snap shot. One woman’s perfect picture is about to become her scariest nightmare.
Devil at the Wheel
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.
Fear of the Scarecrow
This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.
A simple machine. Able to answer requests. Able to play music. Able to turn on lights and answer questions. Fun and enjoyable technology, but what happens when this machine is able to manifest actual things. In this short story two guys worst fears will come to life.
A pyramid in the deep dry desert. What secrets lie within its walls? One explorer is about to find his greatest desire and his worst nightmare inside this ancient artifact.
A Haunted House Tale
This short story is about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most famous haunted house. Will they live to see the morning?
EXP: The Dragon
“This is too cool,” Pat replied. “Let’s see what else we can ask it. Dragon, what color is the sky?”
“It is blue,” she replied, softly, easily. “Would you want to know why?”
“No,” Doug replied, as he looked at his friend with a bit of anger in his eyes.
“We can ask it baby questions all night, but let’s try something tougher? Let’s try something for giggles.”
“Like what?” Pat asked, almost knowing that whatever his friend was going to do was going to be bad. He had a way of getting both of them into trouble. It was his idea, of course, to break into this house.
Doug thought about the question for a moment, staring out the window, staring at the black of night draped all over the lake. Thinking of a question, a real doozy, he turned to face the machine. “Dragon, what is 666?” He asked, smirking like a kid standing in front of a cookie jar.
“That is the number of the beast. Shall I summon it or a demon for you?” Dragon answered with her soft female voice never once raising or lowering her tone.
Pat looked at Doug, and Doug looked at him. Pat saw in his friend’s eyes that dark mischievous look, and before Pat could tell his friend not to do it Doug’s mouth was opening, spilling out this next phrase.
“Sure, Dragon, summon a demon for me. A really nasty one from the deepest pits of Hell,” Doug replied, and laughed.
Pat punched Doug on the arm. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Just thought it would be funny. Besides, it won’t do it. Machines can’t make things manifest like that. If they could, don’t you think I would have asked for a girl instead?” Doug replied.
“But they’re making these machines smarter these days.”
“So, she can now conjure up a demon out of thin air. Tell me you’re not that stupid.”
“Guess you’re right. That would be impossible,” Pat replied, and looked at the machine.
The machine did not respond to Doug’s command. It just sat there silent and lifeless, almost like it was thinking or pondering something.
“See, told you nothing would happen,” Doug replied, turning away from the machine that was now kind of given him the creeps. He didn’t like the fact that it hadn’t responded with a response that it couldn’t do the requested action. That bothered him for some reason, and he didn’t know why . . .