Introducing a second volume of original horror stories based around the things that people fear most. Phobias, childhood terrors and personal demons are all explored and twisted into sometimes violent and always disturbing tales designed to chill the reader to the core.
If you are a fan of Tales from the Crypt, The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Black Mirror and other horror anthology TV shows, then this collection is for you!
Just one question remains. Dare you face your fears and those of others?
I am a full time professional author who consistently hits the top 100 horror authors for my titles. With books available in multiple languages worldwide and a feature film based on my title, MONSTER begins shooting in January. October 2017 saw my biggest month for book sales for titles translated through Babelcube with over 2,700 units sold across all non english retailers.
Autumn was in full force, leaving the pavements a carpet of crisp yellows and the trees bare and skeletal as winter made its relentless approach. Sophie had always liked this time of year when the air starts to bite a little against the skin. She clung to Sam’s arm, glad she let him talk her into a Saturday morning walk. It was a little after ten and the streets were quiet. They were meandering, enjoying the cold and each other’s company.
‘Fancy a walk in the park?’ Sam said, half turning towards her as the trees rained gold around them.
Sophie nodded. She knew the park and was familiar with it, yet she still felt a pang of anxiety. Sam knew the signs and squeezed her hand. ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to. It was just an idea.’
‘No, I’m fine. The park sounds nice.’
The park was empty apart from a couple of old people walking dogs. Often on a weekend, it would be full of people sitting on the grass or children swarming over on the playground area, but the cold weather had driven most indoors. The park was surrounded on three sides by trees with the entrance and road on the fourth side. A small park with a picnic area sat at one side with markings for football and rugby fields painted more towards the centre for when the local Sunday league teams would play, although it seemed there were no games scheduled for today. Although Sam and Sophie passed the park most days on the way to their respective places of work, they rarely visited it, life generally proving too busy for the most part, which made the chance to relax one they fully intended to make the most of. Like everywhere else, the trees were shedding their leaves and had left a carpet of gold and brown on the ground. As Sophie looked at it framed against the pale blue sky, she wondered why she had neglected to come for so long.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Ana Paula de Castro Pires
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Juan Campos
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