"La tanto famigerata porta si apre e una tormenta glaciale si scatena al suo interno. Le moquette lacerate da unghie feline, le pareti fermentate da profonde crepe, dalle quali fuoriescono tenebrosi turpiloqui, la lampada al neon che ondeggia freneticamente, come spinta da una bufera violenta e alla fine...la luce si accende e il buio viene scacciato, ma le pareti prima fomentate da grida strazianti, si infarciscono di sangue, impronte di mani angustiate plasmano ovunque terrore e raccapriccio. Improvvisamente quelle voci assordanti temprano ancora più sgomento recando ingiurie mortali. E poi, un suono lungo, continuo e sottile..." In un paesino del New Jersey, precisamente a Treton, da più di cinque anni accadono avvenimenti inspiegabili: scomparse arcane e delitti enigmatici. Si dice che la città sia maledetta e che qualcosa di soprannaturale si stia abbattendo su di essa. Ma tutto ha una spiegazione logica e di sicuro qualcuno riuscirà a smascherare il mistero e a spezzare questa presunta maledizione. Chi sarà l'eroe che troverà la soluzione a questi tenebrosi delitti? Copertina creata da _IlMioNomeSG_ °°° 2° POSTO ...Contest di Natale 2020°°° #Cinemacontest2021...

"La radio è il mondo", così aveva detto la madre di Lisa, David e Harriet prima di abbandonarli. Con il tempo, ognuno ha seguito la propria strada, ma si possono definire veramente felici? In un intreccio contorto e attraverso una frequenza misteriosa, i loro destini si uniranno per svelare la verità celata dalle onde della radio.

Being adopted is hard, being adopted by a serial killer is even harder. Cover by: Verde56

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

Senna is in an insane asylum for witnessing something no one should ever have to see. She doesn't talk, and she hates being touched. Many people have tried to get through to her, but how can you fix something that you don't know anything about?

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