t's nearly midnight, and a curious snoop finds his neighbors dead. He gathers his wits and calls emergency services. Despite a torrential thunderstorm, Sheriff's deputies, the Fire Department, and an ambulance all respond quickly.
But there's little they can do. The victims are not only dead, they are long dead. The snoop invites the emergency workers into his garage, out of the rain, to await the arrival of the coroner and, thereafter, the funeral home staff who will take his neighbors away.
The lightning flashes. The thunder rolls. The setting inspires the police, firefighters, and paramedics to pass the time by telling stories, both thrilling and chilling... and you are invited to join them.
Award-winning horror writer Doug Lamoreux spins seven eerie tales of terror into one bewitching brew. To borrow from the traditional Scottish poem: 'From ghoulies and ghosties, And long-leggedy beasties, And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!'
New release from a bestselling author.
There are few things as startling and, thereafter, as unsettling as a ringing telephone in the dead of night.
It repeatedly stabs the air, then the ear, then the psyche, driving deeper and deeper, until finally it reaches and awakens the conscious mind. It pulls the innocent from the blissful peace of sleep into a dark cold world of reality in which someone wants something from them, or needs to deliver life-altering news to them, or is compelled to level a shock from which they might never recover. Even if the call rescues them from the throes of a fitful sleep, or the bizarre terrors of a nightmare, it hardly feels the rescuer. For, until it is picked up, the ringing phone is a harbinger of the unknown.
What is more frightening than the unknown? How many phone calls bring good news in the middle of the night?
To even consider those questions, makes it difficult to understand Herb Flay’s glee, his absolute delight, at being roused from sleep by his ringing phone. But once he was awake, sitting up in bed and could identify the incessant noise, once he’d scooped up the receiver and managed a gravelly, “Hello,” once he’d heard and recognized the voice on the other end and gathered the incoming message, he was delighted indeed.
