These spine chilling stories will make you squirm and duck for cover under your blanket. If you like horror this is a good book for you. But one word of advice... Don't read this at night.

When Jack Gibson becomes infected with The Red Plague, turning him into a so-called Zombie, his life suddenly gets complicated. Kara, his cheerleader girlfriend, dumps him. Then, after a Zombie riot, his mother decides the city is too dangerous and drags him back to Osborne, the hick town where she grew up. Things go from bad to worse as Jack learns the town is being run by Garret Sweeney, a psychotic preacher with the hots for his mother. As it turns out, the preacher has a few secrets of his own, and will stop at nothing to get his way... not even murder. When Jack discovers that rock music helps him think more clearly, things start to look up for him and he even decides to help some of the other Zombies at his new school. But he can't seem to win for losing, because it only gets him in more hot water with Garret. How long can Jack hide his secret? Who can a Zombie trust? Will he be able to stop Garret before it's too late? Find out the answers to these questions and much, much more, as Jack struggles to hold on to his humanity and save the people he loves. Note From Author: Hi, Thank you for checking out my book! There's so much to read on Wattpad, and I am grateful for all of the support that I've received. I've tried to bring something a little different to the zombie genre, and I hope you enjoy Jack's story. If so, please consider voting, commenting, and sharing with your friends using the "Share" option that is available for all Wattpad books. It took many many hours to write Zombie Rock. Your feedback and support is what makes it all worthwhile. You Rock! :-)

Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.