Saturday, April 11, 2015


What's old Pa's secret? And what's in his box of treasures? He loves his souvenirs, loves to touch them. Yet he doesn't remember why. His son has killed to protect his secret. And really, it's one hell of a secret!


"He didn’t have to wait long. The ghosts started attacking Old Pa at once. Unlike before when they pummeled him, they were now slashing him. They didn’t appear to be holding a weapon. After all, how can insubstantial beings hold a knife? This was a different sort of assault.

They soon had him on his back just as he had done to them. They tore at his clothes as they slashed away, each taking turns and shrieking as they did.

“Anger never dies,” Joe said. And he kept repeating it.

Fred could do nothing but watch. Even when he closed his eyes at the most horrific of times, he felt an unseen force raising his eye lids, forcing him to watch.

Joe laughed. “You have to watch. It’s just the way it is.”

So he did. When his father had been reduced to a slashed up bloody mass of flesh, courtesy of the ghosts, Fred was hysterical. “No,” Joe said. “He isn’t dying, just as he’s no longer really living. And you’re not really living, either, so don’t sweat it..."

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“This is horrific in the best way! It is extreme ... and disturbing.
"Riveting. Imaginative. Chilling. Fantastical."
"Wonderful horror with a side order of ribs."
"Outstanding story line and strong characters. I felt like I was right there and a part of the sideshow.
"An awesome little creepfest!"
"Never going to the circus again!"
"True horror!"

“Scary from beginning to end! Sit back and read your way into a horror filled tale! Enjoy!”

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