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A Voice from the Gloom with Erik Gustafson

Recently, Sirens Call Publications released its sixteenth anthology titled Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2. With ten stories contained within, none of them specific to any theme other than exceptional horror, we wanted to know what inspiration these authors were met with in writing their tales. Today we’ll be hearing from Erik Gustafson and his story Pack Your Skin Bags. For those of you who don’t know too much about Erik, here’s a few tidbits…

ErikGustafsonErik Gustafson is a husband, father, college professor, advocate for people with intellectual disabilities, and a veteran of the United States Air Force. He has published three novels and has had short stories appear in many anthologies. You can find Erik on Twitter at @eriktiger or on his blog.

So without further ado, we turn you over to Erik…

Inspiration for Pack your Skin Bags

Getting the minimum word count for this article may be a bit of a stretch (that’s a pun you will understand in a minute). First a bit about me. My background is important to understanding my inspiration for this short story so bear with me. I hold a doctorate in family psychology and currently work with people that have had or are continuing to have very interesting experiences and unique behaviors. I drew inspiration for my story Pack your Skin Bags originally from little pieces of stories told by actual clients. Of course confidentially is very important so some alternations had to be made before I could use the experiences.

The concept of a “stretchy” person fascinated me and was my starting point. “Stretchy” in three major ways: the mind, the skin, and the joints. What does a “stretchy” mind mean? A schizophrenic. Someone who hears things and see things that aren’t there. His or her reality is stretched a bit. “Stretchy” skin is a classic symptom of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. Ehlers-Danlos if you don’t know is a disorder that oftentimes effects, among other things, the stuff that helps your skin stay strong and firm (in carnivals someone like the Elastic Skin man). And the last part, “stretchy” joints would be a contortionist.

So a guy with schizophrenia, a guy with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, and a contortionist walk into a bar. Wait. No it’s not like that. It’s not even three different people. It’s all one person.

Meet Alyson.

The story opens with Alyson not being happy with what she sees in the mirror, so she smashes it and instead draws a crude picture of herself holding hands with a small child. So right off the bat we know she is unhappy and longing for a better life. Her only solace comes from feeding the ducks at the pond in a nearby park.

She also hears voices, a man motivating her and propelling her through the story. Most of these voices are quotes or paraphrased from actual clients I have gotten to know over the years. I mixed them together to enrich my tale.

As a woman who at one point earned her living as a contortionist, she uses these skills throughout the story in, I hope anyway, shocking and surprising ways.

I also explore the concepts of shame, guilt, and sadness. It’s complex. There is a lot going on under all the action and violence.  I hope you enjoy your journey with Alyson and I would love to hear your reaction to this piece.

Thank you Erik. Now let’s take a look at Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2:

VFTG_V2_FrontCover_forPublicityOur Voices from the Gloom series is an eclectic collection of tales that will echo in your mind, making you question what is real and what isn’t.

In this second volume, you’ll encounter ten stories that will send icy shivers down your spine. It includes tales of two brothers who find an opening into another world behind their grandparent’s home; a reporter sent to investigate a haunted house only to find out it holds a more nefarious secret; and the story of a woman searching for her lover but when she doesn’t find him, the tale takes a demented twist.

Get lost in the different voices, let their horrific nature speak to you from the spaces between the shadows. Allow them to get into your head and wring the marrow from your soul…

Contributing Authors:

Maynard Blackoak, Carson Buckingham, Alex Clarke, Kevin Holton, DW Gillespie, Erik Gustafson, Jacob Lambert, Patrick O’Neill, Hannah Sears, and J.T. Seate

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And here’s a short excerpt from Pack Your Skin Bags

The woman smashed the mirror with her clenched fist, trembling yet relieved to watch the reflection shatter and fall away. The remaining piece of plywood became her canvas. She held a short charcoal pencil in her bloody hand and sketched a crude image of a woman with long flowing hair holding the hand of a small child. She stepped back, shards crunching underfoot, to admire her creation.

“If only,” she muttered.

Sighing, she gazed through the open bedroom window at the nearby park.

The sun was bright, making the tops of the trees look like green flames dancing in the wind. A path meandered through the trees, where happy people walked and jogged with friends and family. The trail eventually found its way to a lake, far over the hill—out of sight even from up here—but she knew it was there. Ducks played in those waters and she often brought shredded bits of bread to feed them.

In contrast, the bedroom was dim and thick shadows crawled across the cluttered heaps of dirty clothes and pairs of shoes. The bed jutted from the wall at an odd angle, sheets tossed in clumps like piles of leaves.

With a desperate sigh, she pulled the blind closed. The shadows swelled, blanketing everything in a hazy gray.

“Please come home today, Michael,” she whispered, her labored breath slithering through the room like a gargoyle’s melody as she sat on the bed, staring into the gloom.

You need to reprogram that one, or delete him. It was a stern male voice, one she knew all too well.

“Shut up.” She pounded her fists on the bed.

The phone rang from down the hall.

Don’t answer it!

She stood and shuffled past the broken glass, heading toward the phone.

They know!

Alyson watched the phone as it rang three more times before picking it up. She held the receiver next to her ear. “Hello?”

All she heard was static.

“Michael?”

The crackling interference yelled back into her ears. Slamming the phone down, tears welled in her eyes. Standing in the kitchen, everything looked as if she were viewing it from behind a waterfall, the appliances mere streaks of white. She rubbed her hand across her eyes, sniffed, and opened the cabinet door.

Inside, she retrieved one of the many loaves of bread. She marched to the front door. She paused, considering the contents hanging from a wooden coat rack: a long brown coat, wool stocking cap, umbrella, and a bag…

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A Voice from the Gloom with Carson Buckingham

Recently, Sirens Call Publications released its sixteenth anthology titled Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2. With ten stories contained within, none of them specific to any theme other than exceptional horror, we wanted to know what inspiration these authors were met with in writing their tales. Today we’ll be hearing from Carson Buckingham and her story Glendale After Dark. For those of you who don’t know too much about her, here’s a few tidbits…

CarsonBuckingham_PhotoCarson Buckingham has been/is a professional proofreader, editor, newspaper reporter, copywriter, technical writer, stand-up comic, novelist, and comedy writer. She loves reading and gardening; but not at the same time.  Though born and raised in Connecticut, she lives in Arizona now—and Connecticut is glad to be rid of her! You can find her on Twitter at @59carsonbuck or on her blog.

So without further ado, we turn you over to Carson…

Night Stalker: The Inspiration Behind Glendale After Dark

My inspiration for Glendale After Dark was my “day” job.

I was working as an overnight stocker at the local Walmart Neighborhood Market, which was close enough to me that I could walk to work. Each night, I left the house at 10:00 PM and began my fifteen minute walk to the store. Of course, being a horror writer, it didn’t take long for my imagination to get the better of me, and for me to begin looking over my shoulder at the slightest sound.

One night, I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see a tall man following at a distance. When I looked back at him, the streetlight above him went out.

The first thing that occurred to me was The Hitch-Hiker, a radio play by Lucille Fletcher. It was first presented on the November 17, 1941, broadcast of the Orson Welles Show on CBS Radio, featuring a score written and conducted by Bernard Herrmann, Fletcher’s first husband. Welles performed The Hitch-Hiker four times on radio, and the play was adapted for a notable 1960 episode of the television series The Twilight Zone.

The Hitch-Hiker was following a fellow driving cross-country, trying to get the man to pick him up. But the driver was frightened by the creepy hitcher, and drove by him each time. The hitcher called out to the driver with an eerie, “Hallooooo.” That always sent chills up my spine. The more often the driver drove by him, the more frequently he saw him hitching, just up ahead… where he couldn’t possibly be, from the rate of speed the car was traveling.

I adapted the hitcher into a passive but disturbing presence that followed me to work each night.

And there you have the origin of Glendale After Dark. Thanks for reading.

Thank you Carson. Now let’s take a look at Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2:

VFTG_V2_FrontCover_forPublicityOur Voices from the Gloom series is an eclectic collection of tales that will echo in your mind, making you question what is real and what isn’t.

In this second volume, you’ll encounter ten stories that will send icy shivers down your spine. It includes tales of two brothers who find an opening into another world behind their grandparent’s home; a reporter sent to investigate a haunted house only to find out it holds a more nefarious secret; and the story of a woman searching for her lover but when she doesn’t find him, the tale takes a demented twist.

Get lost in the different voices, let their horrific nature speak to you from the spaces between the shadows. Allow them to get into your head and wring the marrow from your soul…

Contributing Authors:

Maynard Blackoak, Carson Buckingham, Alex Clarke, Kevin Holton, DW Gillespie, Erik Gustafson, Jacob Lambert, Patrick O’Neill, Hannah Sears, and J.T. Seate

Available for purchase at:

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And here’s a short excerpt from Glendale After Dark

It had never been a problem before—the dark, I mean. Oh, I was frightened of it as a child, as most children are; but I never had night terrors, or even nightmares to speak of, and by the time I turned ten, what small fear I had was behind me.

Until now.

I live in a quiet Arizona suburb. It’s one of those places where everything I need is within walking distance, so I do not own a car, saving myself that money pit. I work the graveyard shift over at WalMart, and every night at 10:30, I lock my house and begin my walk to work.

It’s nice, my walk to work—especially now, in the coolness of October. So peaceful—disturbed only by the dashing about of the cottontail rabbits with the impossibly long ears, and the occasional swish of a bat or a nightjar swooping through the air to snatch a meal out of the sky. There is no one else abroad at that hour—many are already in bed. It’s as if I have the whole world to myself, and I enjoy the illusion, however brief.

And so tonight I am on my way. I locked my door and jiggled the knob to double check. I turned to walk down my empty driveway and stopped short.

There was someone standing in the shadows between the street lights, directly across the street from my house.

I was immediately afraid, and wrapped my hand around the box cutter in my pocket, though the man—for it was a man—hadn’t make a single threatening move toward me. He just stood.

There was just enough light for me to see that he wore a shabby dust-colored suit that looked like it was a part of him, you know? Like maybe he was born with it—like it was a second skin or something. On his head perched a battered fedora, the same color as his suit. His shirt was old fashioned and collarless. For some reason, he made me think of a miner dressed for church—I have no idea why. I’d never seen him before, and I knew everybody in the neighborhood. As a woman living alone, I made it my business to know who belonged and who didn’t.

It wasn’t the fact of his standing there that put me off so much, but the way he was standing. He was completely still, arms at his sides, not leaning against the wall behind him. And he stared. At me.

He must be waiting for someone, I thought. And though I didn’t let go of my box cutter, I decided that ignoring him would probably be the best policy, and so walked down the far side of my driveway, crossed the street, and continued on my way to work, walking a bit faster than usual.

I hadn’t gone twenty feet when I heard the first footfall. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he was following me…

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A Voice from the Gloom with Hannah Sears

Recently, Sirens Call Publications released its sixteenth anthology titled Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2. With ten stories contained within, none of them specific to any theme other than exceptional horror, we wanted to know what inspiration these authors were met with in writing their tales. Today we’ll be hearing from Hannah Sears and for those of you who don’t know too much about her, here’s a few tidbits…

Hannah_PhotoHannah Sears is a graduate student at Emerson College in Boston pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing. A Texas native, she enjoys reading, writing, and good tea. A fan of thrills and chills, she recently decided to try her hand at writing horror for her blog and fell in love. You can find her on Twitter at @feellikepdiddy or on her blog.

So without further ado, we turn you over to Hannah…

Driving in the Dark

Tenebris Ad Lucem came together—as stories often do—from an almost random confluence of events. I discovered Sirens Call Publications through the WordPress blogging platform and started reading different horror blogs for fun. I’ve never considered myself a huge fan of horror—I enjoy scary movies and stories, but never thought I would write it. However, there was an open submission on the Sirens Call Publications website (for a different anthology as it turns out) and I decided to try my hand at something spooky. I keep different notes on my iPhone—less romantic than a leather-bound notebook, but more practical—from the mundane grocery list to ideas for stories. When words or phrases pop into my head and grab my attention, I try to write them down. I know too well the frustration of knowing you had a fantastic line of dialogue that you neglected to record. Oftentimes, the phrases are dialogue or a description for a story I’ve been working on or thinking about, but on rare occasions it’s completely random. In this case, I remember the scene clearly.

I was driving home one night when I was still back in Texas, it was late and the frontage road was empty Maybe I’d been watching too much Criminal Minds or Supernatural—or, more likely, a combination—but I started to think about Evil. You can call me a cynic or whatever other names you choose, but I don’t believe people are inherently good. I believe everyone has a darker side. The basis for Tenebris Ad Lucem came from my thoughts on that final stretch of road before I reached home and it was a few short, simple phrases that later became dialogue in the story : ‘there is a Darkness within, a seething blackness begging to be set free. It is not the abyss staring back, it is the abyss reaching towards you… there is a darkness beneath the surface and it desperately wants to be free.” The quote lurked in a note filled with bits and pieces of fragmented thoughts until I found the prompt and started thinking about the nature of evil and if it’s possible that the deepest darkness is inside.

Thank you Hannah. Now let’s take a look at Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2:

VFTG_V2_FrontCover_forPublicityOur Voices from the Gloom series is an eclectic collection of tales that will echo in your mind, making you question what is real and what isn’t.

In this second volume, you’ll encounter ten stories that will send icy shivers down your spine. It includes tales of two brothers who find an opening into another world behind their grandparent’s home; a reporter sent to investigate a haunted house only to find out it holds a more nefarious secret; and the story of a woman searching for her lover but when she doesn’t find him, the tale takes a demented twist.

Get lost in the different voices, let their horrific nature speak to you from the spaces between the shadows. Allow them to get into your head and wring the marrow from your soul…

Contributing Authors:

Maynard Blackoak, Carson Buckingham, Alex Clarke, Kevin Holton, DW Gillespie, Erik Gustafson, Jacob Lambert, Patrick O’Neill, Hannah Sears, and J.T. Seate

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And here’s a short excerpt from Tenebris Ad Lucem

Genesis 1:4-5

4 And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. 5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

Father Alfric closed his Bible, rubbing the bridge of his nose where his spectacles pinched. The ache in his eyes sharpened and the dim light in the rectory made them water. He looked at the clock with a start. Already past ten o’clock; he had not meant to work so long. He hurriedly tucked the weathered Bible into his satchel, along with the sheaf of notes for his homily on Sunday. His third sermon in the new parish, and he meant it to be an excellent one. Pulling on his overcoat, he walked swiftly through the church and checked the heavy locks on every door. The flickering candles in their red glass holders lit the faces of the marble statues of the saints, casting their eyes into shadow. Father Alfric always felt their stone lips might part and speak at any moment.

The moonlight shone through the prized stained-glass windows depicting the crucifixion and resurrection. It turned the normally vibrant colors into ghosts of the sunlit patterns that decorated the floor and pews during the day. He knelt before the altar and crossed himself, praying for safety and protection as was his custom. Threading his rosary securely through his belt, he walked down the aisle towards the main door. His footsteps sent echoes murmuring to the vaulted ceilings. The shadows lurked behind the columns, pools of darkness that hid the gold-leafed paintings and colorful tapestries, the gently smiling saints in their alcoves.

Father Alfric fumbled with his keys as he reached the doorway. He swung open the big oak and iron-studded panel and pulled it quickly shut behind him, turning the big key in the lock as carefully as possible. It shrieked unnaturally loud in the cobbled street in front of the church. Alfric jumped slightly and peered over his shoulder at the shadows and the dark houses. He remembered the days when the church always remained open, a safe haven, and a place of sanctuary. But times changed. Father Alfric pulled his coat tightly around his neck and felt the beads of his rosary brush comfortingly against his wrist as he strode down the steps and turned towards home. The gas lamps that lined the darkened street usually looked cheery and Alfric enjoyed watching the flames dance. He liked seeing the line of fire guide him, as the Lord did the Israelites in the desert. Tonight, however, a fog came drifting down while he toiled in the rectory and the little lights shone fitfully, haloed in muzzy rings. The heavy mist seemed to be doing strange things to the echoes as well. Alfric found himself glancing over his shoulder from time to time, certain that he heard the footsteps of a companion somewhere behind…

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A Voice from the Gloom with Maynard Blackoak

Recently, Sirens Call Publications released its sixteenth anthology titled Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2. With ten stories contained within, none of them specific to any theme other than exceptional horror, we wanted to know what inspiration these authors were met with in writing their tales. Up first, we have Maynard Blackoak, but why don’t we get to know him a little better before we find out what’s behind his story Shadows in the Wind

Maynard Blackoak is a freelance writer living in the backwoods of Pawnee County, Oklahoma. He draws upon the sights of neglect and unusual sounds around him for inspiration. A bit of a recluse, he can often be found strolling through an old, forgotten cemetery or in the woods among the twisted black oaks and native elms under the light of the moon.

So without further ado, we turn you over to Maynard…

Inspiration Behind Shadows in the Wind

Though there were several factors behind my writing Shadows in the Wind, the most prominent of them was an actor from the 1930’s and 40’s. Rondo Hatton was best known for his brutish features that came about due to his affliction of acromegaly, a pituitary disorder that causes pronounced cheekbones, forehead bulges, enlarged jaws and prominent facial lines. Unfairly, because of this affliction, he was cast as a villain in many of his films. As in years past, there exists today a stereotypical view that evil is ugly and good is beautiful. I decided to break that mold with this story. I modeled a seemingly roguish character after Rondo Hatton, complete with acromegaly. In the end, I attempted to show that ugly is not necessarily evil and consequently, beauty is not always filled with good intentions.

To a lesser degree, one of the other factors that inspired my tale was an old and dilapidated cemetery situated on a seldom used dirt road in a heavily wooded area of Pawnee County, Oklahoma. It’s the final resting place of many settlers who first inhabited this part of the state. Its state of neglect and the dozens of headstones marking the resting place of babies made it the perfect living quarters for someone wishing to hide from the mocking stares and taunting barbs of thoughtless people. Again, where most would only see ruin and tragedy, I see a sanctuary for someone discarded by society. In the decrepit confines of unkempt graves and heartrending reminders of lives that were taken before being granted an opportunity to live, I see both a beauty and a grace that refuses to allow neglect to taint the afterlife.

Lastly, I drew inspiration from the tall black oak and native elm trees whose twisted branches create a myriad of bizarre shadows that dance macabre on the walls during those nights when the moon illuminates the darkness and the wind rifles through them. I have spent hours watching them sway to and fro, imagining many ghoulish creatures, both great and small of all shapes and sizes, prowling outside my home, seeking a means of entrance. On those especially dark and stormy nights, the shadows dance more vividly and the shapes become more eerie.

Placing all these elements in the blender of my mind, I devised a tale that I hope will change the perception of good and evil as well as entertain. If my words bring pleasure and enlightenment to only a singular soul, then I will consider my effort a success.

Thank you Maynard. Now let’s take a look at Voices from the Gloom – Volume 2:

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Our Voices from the Gloom series is an eclectic collection of tales that will echo in your mind, making you question what is real and what isn’t.

In this second volume, you’ll encounter ten stories that will send icy shivers down your spine. It includes tales of two brothers who find an opening into another world behind their grandparent’s home; a reporter sent to investigate a haunted house only to find out it holds a more nefarious secret; and the story of a woman searching for her lover but when she doesn’t find him, the tale takes a demented twist.

Get lost in the different voices, let their horrific nature speak to you from the spaces between the shadows. Allow them to get into your head and wring the marrow from your soul…

Contributing Authors:

Maynard Blackoak, Carson Buckingham, Alex Clarke, Kevin Holton, DW Gillespie, Erik Gustafson, Jacob Lambert, Patrick O’Neill, Hannah Sears, and J.T. Seate

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And here is a short excerpt from Shadows in the Wind…

Having just finished eating her dinner, Lacy sat in her favorite chair flipping through the channels on the television. Her husband, Barry, had left for a business trip hours earlier, leaving her to spend the night alone. It was to be the first time she would be alone in their new house since they had purchased it.

In the past, spending the night alone had not bothered her. There had been many instances where she had spent several nights alone while Barry had been sent across the country on business. In fact, Lacy took pride in the fact that she was a woman who was fully capable of taking care of herself. Nevertheless, there were aspects of this house and its surroundings that plagued her thoughts with fear, which in turn caused her mind to conjure inexplicable shadows dancing macabre on the walls while unnerving sounds plagued her ears.

There was the old, dilapidated cemetery sitting in an ominous state of neglect, located not even a football field’s length from where she sat. Weeds had long since taken over its grounds, obscuring the graves with their creepy tendrils of dried leaves and dead stems. What few headstones that remained intact and visible were covered with spindly vines and splotches of a blackish, green moss. Every time her mind wandered to those graves, she pictured a pair of putrefied hands, reaching up through the dirt.

Most foreboding of all was the massive elm that sat in the middle of the small cemetery. Its sagging, misshapen limbs hung over the grounds, casting ominous shadows that provoked thoughts of nightmarish creatures lurking among the unkempt graves.

Then there were the tall, dark, twisted oaks that stood on each side of her house. Their limbs and branches cast silhouettes in the night, prompting her mind to manufacture visions of tortured souls entering her home through every window. When the winds whipped through the low hanging branches, it created a chorus of struggling spirits. Each one lamented their desire to be set free from their hellish plight.

Finally, there were the ethereal shadows and piteous calls of the nocturnal wildlife. Distant cries in the night, sounded to her overactive imagination like a person screaming in terror. Even the misshapen silhouettes cast by a harmless armadillo turned into a flesh eating ghoul, scurrying along the ground, seeking a means by which it could get at her.

All these things came together, filling her imaginings with hallucinations of loathsome monsters, depraved murderers, and foul beasts lurking outside the walls of her home. Each one of them had a single minded purpose; to have their brutal way with her…

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SUBMISSIONS CLOSED: The Sirens Call Issue 16 – Apocalyptic Fiction

Submissions for the 16th issue of The Sirens Call have closed. We’d like to thank all of the authors who submitted their apocalyptic stories for our consideration and we will be in touch shortly!

If you’re an author looking for an inexpensive way to promote your book, consider purchasing some Ad space in this FREE publication with a very wide reach. If you have any questions or are interested. please contact Julianne@SirensCallPublications.com for more information including pricing. We’ll even design your Ad!

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An Aberrant Mind Blog Tour: Winners!

Thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway to win 1 of 5 digital copies of An Aberrant Mind by Ken MacGregor on his recent virtual book tour!

The winners are:

Shelley Summers

Rachel Ann Montgomery

Mark A. Mihalko

Chris Burke

Adam S. House

We hope you enjoy An Aberrant Mind and would love to hear your thoughts on it!

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Also a huge thank you to:

Shah Wharton

Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews – Paranormal Features

Christy Herself!

Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings

Little Black Duck

Jennifer Brinkmeyer

The Chimerical Dark

The Sirens Song

Stuart Conover

The Road to Nowhere

The Horror Tree

Trip Through My Mind

Armand Rosamilia

The Cabin Goddess

Our Darkest Fears

The FlipSide of Julianne

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KenMacGregor_AnAberrantMind_FrontCoverABERRANT is defined as unusual, abnormal or different. The stories in this book not only differ from most of what you read, but also wildly from each other. A retired school teacher takes on an elder god and his minion; a werewolf picks fights with sea creatures; a neighbor’s lawn may be eating people. Twenty-two stories: scary, funny, weird and different.

In these pages, you will find darkness and fear, revulsion and terror. Mixed with it, however is quite a bit of humor. Sometimes both happen at the same time. So, open it up, join Jim as he fights off zombies with a potato cannon; witness the bloodbath reunion of the first man and his homicidal son; enjoy the monsters, the demons and the deranged.

A word of warning, though: you may never eat a bagel with lox again.

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RELEASE: FEAR: Of the Dark

Sirens Call Publications is pleased to announce the release of:

FEAR: Of the Dark

FOTD_desaturated_coverWhat makes your skin tingle? What makes you look over your shoulder sure that something is lurking there? What ratchets your tension level up  so high that nothing matters more than what comes next on the page?

The answers to those questions are the ones we sought when we put together this collection of nine stories. Inside these pages you’ll find fear that engages, fear that provokes, fear that drives you to the brink of… Well, everyone has a different precipice when it comes to fear, but the stories selected for FEAR: Of the Dark certainly held our attention.

If you truly enjoy a well written story that engages the senses and prompts anxiety and paranoia, FEAR: Of the Dark may be the perfect collection of short stories for you. And in case you were wondering, it is waiting for you, out there – somewhere; you just don’t know it yet.

Contributing Authors:

Rose Blackthorn, Juan J. Gutiérrez, Jovan Jones, Lars Kramhøft, Lisamarie Lamb, Jon Olson, Zachary O’Shea, Jon Steinhagen, and Alex Woolf

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