Experience the fears you know plague you ...and those you don't
Ghosts, Werewolves, and Vampires. Haunted houses, disease, and disability. Horror, both natural and supernatural, resides in the pages of 'Olverston Grange ...and Other Stories'.
Nineteen horrific short stories delve into the fears you live with and reveal the ones you didn't know you have.
Listen to a serial killer explain his crimes in 'Ars Gratia Artis' and live through the Zombie apocalypse where everything is 'One Less'. Delve into the future of relationships in 'Paul and Miriam' and experience terror of being trapped against your will in 'Boxed In'.
10% of all revenue from sales of 'Olverston Grange ..and Other Stories' is donated to the Multiple Sclerosis Society.
Extract from "A Quiet Night In". Wren, has reached the end of a search which has taken half of his young life. Is this the beginning or the end?
“Do you realise what it is you ask?” asked the tall, ashen-faced man.
A loaded question. An incorrect response would guarantee a swift and brutal death; the correct response would result in the same outcome, but with much more afterwards...
“Yes, I do, my master. I am ready and await your kiss.”
With feigned confidence, Wren walked to the man. Now the actual moment had arrived, he was terrified. The gathered audience followed his progress; their eyes burned into him, their gaze struck with a physical force.
Despite his guide's warning, despite being begged to not go ahead with the ritual, Wren stood proud. The strong succeeded, the weak became food for the Vampires; the guide had not survived entrance to the room.
When Wren reached the tall Vampire, he stood bolt upright and motionless, like a soldier on guard duty, and waited for the inevitable.
“My name is Guid,” said the unholy fiend in front of him. “Soon, you will call me, Father.”
The Vampire struck. Fangs bit deep. Flesh tore, and blood pumped in an incomprehensible torrent. Both Wren's carotid artery and jugular vein were ripped. He stood for as long as he could, but eventually, the animalistic attack drove him to his knees.
The Vampire slurped and swallowed greedily, as the young boy's life passed into his own veins. Just before all became black, Wren smiled.