Humorous Horror

After a botched Halloween ritual, Madison Spencer, the snarkiest dead girl in the universe, finds herself trapped in Purgatory, otherwise known as Earth. The upside: She is no longer subject to physical limitations (she can pass through doors and walls). The downside: Well, she’s still dead.

Someone Has Been Watching Me… But who? And why? And what does this stranger - or strangers - want? Be the First to Read Lakelyn’s First Expanded Standalone Story: Excerpt: I needed to tell someone... "Lizzie, sometimes I think someone's out there, you know, watching me whenever I go out, when I leave home, even on my way to the grocery or work. I just feel like someone is looking at me, maybe even following me!" "Really?" I could see the disbelief in her narrowed eyes. "Have you told your dad?" My dad is a police officer. After my mom died, it was just the two of us. He finally let me ...

What do you do after you’ve escaped Hell, gone back, uncovered the true nature of God, and then managed to become the new Lucifer? Well, if you’re James Stark, you have to figure out how to run Hell while also trying to get back out of it... again. Plus there’s the small matter of surviving. Because everyone in Heaven, Hell, and in between wants to be the fastest gun in the universe, and the best way to do so is to take down Lucifer, a.k.a. James Stark.

Like traditional Lovecraftian stories? Enjoy the dreamy fantasy worlds and images of Lord Dunsany? All right then! This book has Cthulhu Mythos monsters in lonely places; it has tales of Lovecraft's' Dreamlands, complete with a human hero and an Elf princess heroine who indulge in gunplay, plot relevant fantasy sex, and very strange scenes and situations. It has wonderfully imagistic stories of our natural world as Lord Dunsany might have told of them. Go for it, reader! Eleven tales of the wonderous, the nightmarish, and the magical in between!

Here you have found a book so foul, so repulsive, so horrifying...that you will undoubtedly find yourself running to the nearest bathroom in an effort to both relieve your bowels and scrub your hands clean of its putrid filth. They have finally released this humorous collection of terrifying tales, despite the bitter public outcry which demanded these pages never see the light of day...and perhaps for good reason.

Rape. Murder. Brain-eating. Never before has a work of fiction dared to delve so deeply into the realms of perversion, sexual dementia, and bad taste. Who is he? What is he? An inbred homicidal pervert? A supernatural psychopath? Who or whatever he is, he's on a roll now, raging out of the Virginia backwoods and leaving in his wake a trail of blood, guts, and disgust far beyond the limits of your reckoning.

The time is the early '80s. The characters go to the same schools and eat at the same restaurants. Their voices enfold us as seamlessly as those of DJs heard over a car radio. They have sex with the same boys and girls and buy from the same dealers. In short, they are connected in the only way people can be in that city.

Lucy likes to tell monster stories. She's told so many that her friends and family are sick of it. Then one day, Lucy discovers a real, live monster: the librarian in charge of the summer reading program. Too bad Lucy's told so many monster tall tales.

Retired SuperHeroes battling their fiercest Arch-Villain. . . Boredom, are called into battle once again for the defense of the galaxy and more when a nearly invincible, invading, extraterrestrial power neutralizes Earth's younger generations of Supers in the prelude to its strike.

Everyone who's anyone wants to be seen at one of Emory Jackman's legendary parties, from royalty to politicians, tech billionaires to Instagram models. But something sinister is happening on Little Pearl. Journalist Sven Olsen has heard rumors about the Jackmans trafficking young girls, and a secret auction joined by the rich and famous. He's been invited under the pretense of writing a profile about Emory and his mysterious wife, Tess, and will do just about anything to get the scoop.

Keisha Lewis lived a quiet life with her wife, Alice, until the day Alice disappeared. After months of searching, presuming she was dead, Keisha held a funeral, mourned, and gradually tried to get on with her life. But that was before Keisha started to see her wife, again and again, in the background of news reports from all over America. Alice isn't dead, and she is showing up at every major tragedy and accident in the country. Following a line of clues, Keisha takes a job as a long-haul truck driver and begins searching for Alice.

My name is Frank Moon, and I’m in way over my head. We’ve settled in Sanctuary, a neighborhood on the edge of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Having endured gut-wrenching emotional trials and hordes of inhuman enemies, I’ve rapidly become the leader of a small, yet ever-growing, community of survivors. With supplies thinning, I reluctantly agree to return to town for the first time in weeks. My wife and I run into more than just a multitude of murderous monsters. We’re forced into a war between two well-armed human factions. One of the parties is hellbent on claiming Gatlinburg for ...

An angel just carjacked someone? For Boston Cop, Chloe Mayfield, it's her first day in the city's Blue Moon Division and things are about to get weird. The poor schmuck with the missing car is convinced the glowing being who assaulted him and took his wheels was straight from heaven – he even heard a chorus of angelic music during the crime. Raised catholic, Chloe not about to suggest angels don’t exist, but her gut wants to find a more rational explanation behind this crime. Time to find out.

When did the weird become my normal life? That's Tony Mandolin's feeling when he has to deal with the original Count Dracula…and a massive hangover…at the same time. What does a rumpled private investigator do when the original wants to reunite with his estranged, "teetotalling" vampire family and figures Tony's just the guy to solve all his problems? And then there's this rogue dragon, the secret all librarians share, and an issue the Castro district thinks only Tony can solve. Ah... life.

Provocative to some, stimulating to others, boring to jaded sophisticates, this is a book that must be heard—although it can aslo be thrown with great effect.

Five ghost stories and occult tales from the English West Country with a whiff of brimstone and a distinct dash of dry humour. Old Crotchet The year is 1920, and it's Twelfth Night by the old reckoning. Festivities are about to commence at Hinton St Cuthbert Manor when something sinister stirs from its protracted dormancy, awakened, it would seem, by the arrival of two young guests. The old ways, they find, should not be treated lightly. Gwydion’s Dawn Murder, mystery and magic: a satirical journey into the occult. Meet Gwydion Turner, an inept, portentous, psychedelic demon raiser; a ...

-Extraordinary encounters. Unexpected humor. Endless challenges. Life-threatening diseases. Unthinkable trauma.- Welcome to STAT: Crazy Medical Stories as told by the healthcare professionals themselves. From peculiar conditions and mysterious ailments to remarkable recoveries and perplexing medical mysteries, Stat: Crazy Medical Stories, draws from real-life accounts. Each chapter unveils crazy medical cases as narrated by the healthcare professionals themselves. The stories take you on a captivating journey across various disciplines, including general medicine, surgery, psychiatry, and ...

After a bout of illness, Elijah Potbury, a practicing necromancer in the town of Name Pending in the territory of Wyoming, is again open for business. His first customer one morning is Miss Abigail, who commissions Potbury to resurrect her sister so she can locate a missing strong-box, the location of which is known only to her deceased sister. The sister is successfully raised but proves uncooperative in the search for the strong-box. Potbury, at no extra charge, devises a plan to jog the sister's memory by having her former love interest, the late Nat McGrue, pay court to her in the ...

I played all those cool video games. I watched all those movies. I even read the books. In most of 'em, the hero shoots the bad guys, drives a sweet car, never gets hungry, and always seems to get laid by the end. Yeah. Whatever. I gotta be straight with you about why I wrote this journal, and it comes down to one thing, the apocalypse kinda sucks. It doesn’t meet my expectations at all.

Always read the fine print. Especially when you’re making a deal with the devil. Because demons are sneaky bastards. That’s how they got me. Well, and the rest of my hometown. A few hours of what I asked for and then we were all dragged to Hell. Luckily, those jokes about lawyers and Hell are pretty accurate. After a lengthy court case downstairs, I’ve been released on Hell’s very first work-release program with a time limit and a quota. All I have to do is hunt down and kill the things that go bump in the night.