Night Terrors Vol. 10: Short Horror Stories Anthology

Listen to a sample here: 🗣 Narrated by Johnny Raven and Stephanie Shade Get ready for a vacation straight out of your nightmares… A cabin in the woods hides a deadly secret from a pair of criminals on the run. Play time takes a demonic turn when a child discovers a hellish portal in the snow-covered playground. And a satanic cult turns a family vacation into a living nightmare… Take a trip into the netherworld with Scare Street’s latest collection of diabolical horror. Fourteen terrifying tales lurk within this new volume—more than enough to keep you occupied as you voyage deep into the shadows. But before you set off on your journey, make sure you’ve packed the essentials. Flashlight? Check. Salt? Check. Iron? Check. You never know what awaits as you travel the back roads at night. But one thing is certain: the spirits are eager for you to arrive at your final destination. And they’re all just dying to meet you… This volume features the following short stories: 1. Heisters’ Haunt by Peter Cronsberry 2. The Thing That Lives in the Playground by Jackson Robinson 3. Pathétique by Drew Starling 4. The Glowering Pines by Stephen Thorn 5. The Form Outside the Window by Radar DeBoard 6. Brillante and the Terror of the Mound by Scott Harper 7. Arrival by Barbara Herrera 8. Jacob and His Piano Teacher by Yoli Ramazzina 9. As the Crow Flies by Krystal Lawrence 10. Mr. Stitcher by Sadie Gibson 11. The Dark by Peter Glassborow 12. 121 Ash Street by John Gallant 13. Daddy's Brave Little Soldier by Wade Hunter 14. Books and Broken Glass by Ron Ripley PRINT LENGTH AUDIO LENGTH 7 hours and 11 minutes NARRATED BY Johnny Raven and Stephanie Shade PRODUCT DIMENSION ISBN LANGUAGE English PUBLICATION DATE March 01, 2021 Read a Sample   121 ASH STREET BY JOHN GALLANT “What is it, John? What’s wrong?” How could I explain it to him? To the most pragmatic man in the world, someone who put little stock in “feelings”? “David, listen to me now and trust what I’m telling you.” He looked at me quizzically, impatiently, then started to interject. But I put my hand up to stop him. “No, you must listen to me. There is something in this house and it’s malevolent. I’ve known it since I started walking up those stairs. It’s distracting us with the doors, and it wants to separate us. For what reason, God only knows. But we must stay together. You must listen to me about this!” I was breathless, shaking. I’m sure I looked the perfect fool. I waited for David to launch into me for my cowardice. But he was clearly confused. He had never seen me so earnest. Finally, David opened his mouth to speak, but before he uttered a single word, the sound of heavy footsteps began to pound above our heads. We heard the solid tread cross the floor and race off. We could hear the footsteps echoing as whatever caused them ran past the second-floor landing. The noise paralyzed me, but it spurred David to action. “It’s time we stopped this nonsense and got hold of this interloper. I’ll run after him and flush him down the back stairway, over there.” He pointed to a narrow doorway and a dark flight of stairs that led up from the kitchen, to what were once servants’ rooms, most likely. “Wait here.” He turned to leave, and I snapped out of my fear-induced stupor. “No, David! Don’t go. We have to leave this house at once!” I grabbed hold of his sleeve, but he yanked it away with a look of disgust and darted off. “Stay here, John. You’ll see our ghost very soon!” With a look of relish, he was gone. I heard his footsteps, louder at first than the other steps, which continued to pound throughout the house. I could sense the first runner moving higher up into the house, the sound of steps on stairs, and then a more distant echoing. David was now on the second floor and, as he ran, he shouted out to me, breathless. “Steady John! I’ll drive him down to you in no time!” It was at that moment I noticed that I could hear only one set of footsteps—David’s. He pounded up the staircase to the third floor, his tread getting lighter as he rose. Then, for what seemed like an eternity, there was nothing. In the silence of 121 Ash, I could make out the twittering of birds outside, an incongruous sound. I began to look around me for a weapon, to confront whoever was in the house when a scream—David’s high-pitched, frantic scream—tore the air. The scream was followed by the harsh, chaotic sounds of desperate combat, David grunting and gasping and then yelling, “No! No!” before, finally, a long wail culminated in a staggering thud that shook the house. I was immobilized by fear. I hoarsely shouted, “David! David!” but my voice carried a little way beyond the kitchen. I tried to summon my body to move, to get to David, who surely needed my aid. But I was frozen… until I heard the footsteps again. Two sets. One running after the other. And they were coming down toward me. I heard the pounding getting closer and closer, and, finally, from the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, David came flying out, a look of mortal terror on his face. He raced to me and grabbed me roughly, shouting, “No!” Instinctively, I swung him around behind me to protect him. As I did, the second set of steps pounded to the bottom of the stairs, and as I stared in dread at the doorway, the footsteps hit the kitchen floor and stopped. I knew that whatever I had encountered in the foyer at the outset of our exploration was with me again. A wave of black enmity passed over me and I felt heartsick. David cringed behind me, cowering at my back. “No,” he whimpered. Strangely enough, I believe that saved me. I knew that, for once, I was stronger and that David needed me. Mustering what little authority I could, I spoke to this other thing that waited before me. “Get away from us, goddam you,” I said in a voice husky with fear. “We’ll leave now.” We endured a long pause under the invisible, baleful gaze and then I heard, or rather, felt at my core, an evil chuckle, a laugh of pure hatred that still resonates in my memory. And then, it moved on. No footsteps, no sound. But I knew we were alone again. David collapsed to the floor, softly sobbing, and I knelt beside him. This once-fearless man had been reduced to a near-incoherent state of terror. I pulled him to his knees and turned his head to face me. “What happened, David? My God, what happened?”