Happy October!
As most everyone knows by now, I not only write sizzling
erotic romances, I also write short horror fiction. I’m kicking off my month of
horror blogs with a look at two of my short stories that have appeared in
horror anthologies.
If you’re looking for a gift for someone who likes to read
horror stories - or if you’re a horror fan who wants to get in the spirit of
the holiday season, Frightmares and Haunted are just for you!
Haunted is a collection of 42 stories about haunted places!
Set in a haunted house, “Whispers from the Past” blends the paranormal with a
startling bit of reality. The anthology is available in paperback and
electronic formats
Here’s an excerpt:
Paul rolled over in the narrow twin bed and tried to ignore the faint
whispers. No matter what he did, they invaded his mind like silvery moonbeams.He closed his eyes and counted to fifty, hoping to focus on anything but those quiet sounds on the edge of his sanity. Ghosts did not exist, yet he was hearing eerie noises in the dead of night.
The whispers grew louder, more insistent. Now and then, he could make out a word or two in the hushed voice he recognized from long ago. It can't really be him. It's just my over-stimulated imagination, or maybe the contest people are playing tricks on me.
"Stop it!"
He snapped back the bedclothes and stood up. The whispery voice fell silent. He let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
My flash fiction story, “Death is Just a Tick Away” appeared in Dark Moon Digest’s e-magazine (Issue #1), and it also appears in the Frightmares:A Fistful of Flash Fiction Horror paperback anthology published by Dark Moon Books. The story is based on a real superstition!
The book is a compilation of dozens of flash fiction horror
stories. Each tale is under 500 words and is a quick read. The authors weren’t
limited to a central theme (vampires, zombies, or haunted places), so each
story is completely unique.
Here’s an excerpt:
Dave
couldn’t sleep. The ticking echoed through the house. Even at 35 years old, the
damn thing still spooked him. Lots of families passed down stories to scare
kids, but most of them didn’t involve cursed objects that could kill.
He
was seven when Dad had told him about the clock. His great, great grandfather
had severely beaten a servant who had forgotten to wind the clock, and the old
lady had cast the curse on them. If ever the clock was allowed to wind down to
a stop, one of his family members would die.
Three
days ago, Dave’s father had been found lying at the base of the black walnut
clock, one arm stretched toward the ten-foot high carved demon. Paramedics said
he had suffered a heart attack. But Dave thought he knew better. Dad had been
trying to wind the clock.
Next week on the blog I’ll share two more
horror stories! And I've also added links to my horror stories on
the blog’s upper right corner.
Until next time!
Happy Haunting,
Kelli
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