Dark Humor Horror

When Stacy goes to a party during a pandemic, the virus is the least of her problems. What takes place is nothing short of pure adrenaline, creeptastic terror. A story you won't want to put down.

Surviving a zombie apocalypse is no laughing matter. You need the right guns, the right gear, and the right people to survive. Unfortunately, the customers of the zombie apocalypse call center don’t have the right guns, the right gear, or the right people supporting them. Now the world has gone mad and zombies are everywhere. Can the customers survive the zombies that are now taking over the world? Can they survive the cutthroat survivalists who are on the hunt for more supplies and guns? Can they trust each other enough to live another day?

This is the story of a dying little boy fighting to escape a very special hell!

When Emily Hayes arrives in Fairbrook for its annual Festival of Masks, she’s already haunted by her mother’s recent death. But the festival’s dark charm turns sinister when she encounters a creepy mask vendor, cryptic warnings, and whispers that the masks choose their wearers—not the other way around. After finding a bloodstained mask, Emily is pulled into a nightmarish game where festival-goers treat murder as entertainment, and her friends transform into either victims or hunters. As the body count rises, she discovers a horrifying truth: her mother’s death wasn’t an accident...

Most people have regrets. Ask them. They will tell you about the opportunities they missed, the dreams they left behind, and the memories of lost loves, locked away until their journeys end. We have no such luxuries, those of us entangled with the dead. It is our job as exorcists to guide them from this world, and finish their unfinished business, even if it means searching for 300 missing souls. This is a recollection of my first case, from a time when I thought nothing of the shadows beneath my feet.

When the world is ending around you do you just give up and die, or find a reason to make the best out of a bad situation? For John Earl and his friends, Luke and Anna, the unthinkable has happened and they can either stay put and hope "they", that mysterious they people are always going on about, will show up to save them, or they can do what they normally do and turn this into an adventure. They decide that hanging around, waiting to either become part of a giant barbecue or zombie bait, just isn't on their bucket list and head out for one last adventure before the end of the world ...

Walsall, once named the fattest town in UK, has a major sewerage problem. Like the arteries of many of its inhabitants, the main sewer is fast becoming blocked. A fatberg of record proportions has formed and finally clogged up the sewer system. But something foul and gluttonous awaits them buried deep in the thick, greasy rank smelling lard.

Locinda has a debt to pay—and the clock is ticking. Desperate to erase her mistakes and financial woes, she signs a contract with a nefarious company, Joyful Coffin & Co. Matchmaking Services, to be a bride in the Afterlife to the highest bidder. Next thing she knows, she’s smuggled underground into the caves where her training coffin awaits. All that’s left to do now is submit to her fate and renounce her past life by dying a nameless nobody.

Just imagine you walk into a cheesy old greasy-spoon diner, the kind that ought to hand out antacid along with a napkin, knife, and fork. You ask the waitress for eggs and bacon, and she brings you a plate with live chicken on it. I mean, feathers and beak and the whole bonanza. Just think about a mix of Kafka and O'Henry and you are somewhere close to the mark.

Imagine James and the Giant Peach, only instead of a giant peach it's a genetic abomination, an unholy hulk of agonized flesh that should not be...and instead of a small boy sharing a jolly adventure with a group of anthropomorphic insects, there is a mindless killing machine on a nightmare voyage through an ecological hell with a group of horrifying freaks! Torture in the name of science! A plastic island inhabited by mutant sea monkeys! Pollution kaiju! A retelling of a beloved children's classic sure to have the original author spinning in his grave!

Eigentlich haben wir nur eine Person gesucht und am Ende drei gefunden. Doch wie soll es jetzt weitergehen? Diese neue Welt ist nicht für jeden gemacht und manche brauchen mehr Schutz als andere.

Haben uns wirklich Zombies gerettet? Abgesehen davon warten noch viele weitere Überraschungen auf mich. Unsere Retter sind nicht irgendjemand, sondern... das sage ich jetzt natürlich nicht! Dazu kommen noch schwierige Entscheidungen, ein paar Todesfälle und ein DVD Abend. Die alltägliche Apokalypse eben.

Weihnachten und unter dem Tannenbaum liegen... nein, ich sage es besser nicht. So schlimm ist es auch gar nicht. Aber klar, so habe ich es mir definitiv niemals vorgestellt: in einem fremden Haus und mit eigentlich mit fremden Leuten, wovon sogar ein paar Zombies sind. Klingt wie aus einem richtig schrägen Film. Zusätzlich wird mein ganzes Weltbild auf den Kopf gestellt. Zombies sind wirklich nicht gleich Zombies. Nicht einmal die, von denen ich es dachte.

Wer hätte zu Beginn der Apokalypse damit rechnen können? Zugegeben, ich bin wahnsinnig neugierig auf sie. Doch zuerst muss die Rettung gelingen. Danach heißt es nichts wie weg von hier. Werden wir je wieder in Sicherheit sein?

What is PJ doing with the man in the box in his basement? The man in the box deserves whatever he gets, and PJ is just the man to give it to him.

Quick, punchy, and unpredictable—the same goes for the novella as it does for its titular protagonist, Chuck Masters. Chuck thought he was the next big gift to cinema, but he has proven himself a raging disappointment to the craft and to his family. Chuck is finally ready to claim his glorious return to the spotlight … in the worst hotel imaginable. Ghosts! Frights! Craft services! Enter the world of the Royal Eugenia Hotel, and watch a Master at work. It might just be his last.

Frannie Rosen's psychic mentions a brilliant future, but she never tells the relatively straight-laced and naive Frannie that she will be possessed by a promiscuous, stage-struck doppelganger. All Frannie wants is an Oscar-winning role, a “to die for” role. What she gets is far more than that, especially when she's cast in a horror film about a demonic possession, directed by the legendary Victor Madison. While being piloted by Madison, Frannie is also orchestrated by a doppelganger/demon.

Orchestrated at the highest levels of society, the nation’s food supply has been hijacked and contaminated in the first step of a global plot. George Miles, a scientist, discovers something is wrong and joins grocery delivery driver Dustin Fowler on the trail through a world turning insane: terrorist wristware, inflatable farm equipment, a woman following her dream to become the world’s fattest person and Tolkien-themed Pyramid schemes all stand in their path to save everyone from a monstrous fate.

The Storeroom Guys is a darkly comic listen for a foggy winter's night. It is a great piece of literature to get a conversation started about strange work colleagues, haunted spaces, post-traumatic stress, and surviving tough times. It has inspired graphic artists, theatre producers, and screen writers. For horror fans, there are lots of clever references to classics of the genre, but there is nothing jaded about the plot, and the twist is as satisfying as it is unexpected. The Guys has contemporary characters - but evil is timeless.

My name is Barry, although it might as well be Loser. Satan owns my soul, and my demon boss, Margery, tortures me with her magical cigarettes every chance she gets. While I’m desperate for freedom, I’ll do anything to stop her from opening the Gates of Hell…or any other crazy thing she has planned. My odds of saving mankind are uncertain, but I have to try.