Historias de Humoroushorror

Top 10 for the #TNTHorrorContest! What is it about death that makes folks so hungry? For Eric Norby, it's an obsession. Lovingly crafted, home-baked, funeral-infused hot dishes are simply to die for...and he'll do anything to keep them coming.

When a routine duct cleaning turns into a supernatural nightmare, one couple learns the hard way that sometimes, it's not just dust hiding in the vents. Earl, the no-nonsense duct cleaner, wasn't prepared for what lurked beneath-and neither were they.

Meet Z-Z-Z, the zombie who can't say "brains" without stuttering-and that's just the beginning of his problems. Rejected by his horde and befriended by a human with a past stutter of his own, Z-Z-Z embarks on a journey of identity, redemption, and possibly tofu. "Z-Z-Z: The Stammering Zombie" is a quirky, heartfelt tale blending horror, humour, and second chances-because even the undead deserve one.

The NEPS Files are some creepy little short gory stories I made in my free time. I took inspiration from the SCP Foundation and decided: Why not made something similar? It's about this random girl going through hell consisting of Cannibalism, Horror, Gore, Trauma, and strange stuff and decided to write it in a book. Well, no spoilers! Get readin'!

hey actually it's my second book I hope you will enjoy it.

A collection of flash fiction and short stories that are mostly in the horror genre. Some will make you have to think, some will make you look over your shoulder, some will make you laugh (I'm sure humorous horror is a genre and if it isn't, it should be), all should entertain. This is also an experiment, as I'm not entirely sure how I want to publish it. So, I will be watching to see which stories do well (votes and comments would really be appreciated) and which stories don't.

I was walking home. Through the forestry, I went. The darkness of the sky followed me. The fear of someone creeping behind me. The fear of getting lost. All that, hit me hard. Screaming until my chest hurt. My heart beating out of my chest. Whistling for a distraction.