Истории Splatterpunk

A new house often symbolizes new beginnings. What happens when the new house is plagued by an infestation that haunts its residents, visitors and neighbours?

Nic smells something overripe wafting up from Pearl's basement

When he built his grand, sprawling Victorian monolith in 1888, he built it like a fortress-or a cage. He lined the study with thick, suffocating oak, wired the halls for gas lamps that hissed like dying snakes, and poured his fortune into gold-framed mirrors that reflected a family drowning in silence. For forty years, Chicago knew Josiah as a titan of industry. They saw the public smiles, the philanthropic donations, the tailored suits that never bore a speck of dirt. They did not see his wife, Eleanor, wandering the third-floor corridors at three in the morning, her fingertips bloody from picking at the wallpaper just to feel something real. They did not hear the quiet, calculated terror that echoed behind closed doors-the sound of a man who measured his family's obedience in bruises and whispered threats. Until the night of December 14, 1898. The night the temperature dropped so low the glass in the conservatory cracked like gunfire. The night Josiah Spawn was found slumped across his mahogany desk, his throat open from ear to ear, soaking the Persian rug in a thick, dark lake of crimson that smelled heavily of copper and scorched fat. The heavy oak door was bolted from the inside. The windows were iron-latched. No knife was ever found. Eleanor vanished into the howling blizzard that same evening. Some said she walked into the black, slush-choked waters of Lake Michigan, her white silk nightgown floating like a drowned lily before sinking into the abyss. Others claimed she never left the house at all.

*THE MAW: CURSE OF THE CANDY CIRCUS* Black Hollow, Nevada. Population: 1,203. After tonight: 0. The circus came without trucks. Without roads. Without mercy. The ticket was already in Cal's pocket. His name, warm and pulsing. Inside: A Big Top that breathes. A Ringmaster who drinks teeth. A carousel that hunts. And a god made of every child it ever ate. You can't leave. You can't look away. The last thing you'll hear is the music. The last thing you'll see is the MAW. *ADMIT ONE: YOU* *WARNINGS:* Extreme gore, body horror, teeth, child death, dismemberment, cannibalism. 18+ ONLY. Don't read at night. Don't read before eating. Don't say I wasn't clear.

Welcome to Goreland - where the rides are haunted, the prizes are soaked in blood, and the only way out is through hell. Cassie and her friends thought a night at the abandoned Goreland amusement park would be the perfect urban exploration thrill. But the rusted gates hid more than dust and shadows - they concealed a cursed legacy, a bloodline of pain, and a supernatural hunger that needed feeding. As grotesque creatures stitched from forgotten nightmares rise from the carnival ruins, Cassie discovers she's not just a visitor. She's the key. The park pulses with ancient power, and its monstrous heart beats in sync with hers. Every step she takes deeper into the midway twists her soul - and every scream she hears pulls her closer to a terrible truth. The bloodline needs a master. And Goreland always gets what it wants. In this splatterpunk nightmare soaked in gore, sinew, and madness, Midway of the Damned plunges readers into a relentless carnival of flesh, where survival means choosing between your humanity and becoming something much, much worse. TRIGER WARNING!!!!!! RATED M FOR MATURE. IF YOU HAVE A WEEK STOMACH DO NOT READ!!!!!

NONFICTION / HORROR - This book is a series of lessons and articles on Horror, written by a generational Horror Junkie. Here we will discuss the history, philosophy, and concepts behind Horror. Also included are tips and guides to help authors of horror stories. This book is meant to bring understanding to my favorite genra. It's purpose is to be both informative and helpful to horror fans and writers alike. Please, take a seat. Class is now in session. THIS WILL NEVER TRULY BE COMPLETE.

***Winner of the Wattys 2016 for Hidden Gems*** The Edgewise exists everywhere and nowhere. A sanctuary to all realms, should you find the door. Managed by one Macklemore Edgewise, proprietor, guardian of the between places, and barman of mystery. If the tavern accepts you, abide by the rules. 1. Leave all conflicts outside. 2. No murdering one another. Occasional maiming and righteous wounding exempt. 3. Never leave the door open. There's no telling what will sneak in. Cover art by Krazydiamond

Tell me, do you feel observed? With eyes permeating in your back? Because you may, my dear friend, because there are more than 500 agencies that observe you at every moment and angle, but that it's not our business, we deliver packets interdimensionally, welcome to L'asteroïd .

I'm back with more horrible writing and ideas

Prim Collins, a normal 19 year old who works at a hardware store, is no more special than the rest. When her and 15 other people from her town go missing mysteriously, her life gets a lot more interesting.

Peter Mayberry, a disturbed man who kidnaps and dismembers women, must face the consequences awaiting outside the front door of his upstairs apartment.

Book Two in the Jimmy Clean Series. Every Machine has a purpose. Violent criminal Jimmy 'The Machine' Clean is about to find out his. Fresh out of his coma, Jimmy returns for another tale of Hookers, sex, ultra-violence and romance. The Clean Machine is set on and around the K' Road in Auckland, New Zealand in the year 2000. I've put this in the Horror section. Action and Thriller don't seem a 100 percent fit and it is an extreme story, so... Characters in this series speak and act in a manner that may offend readers. This will include scenes that are homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist and misogynistic, in content, context and language. There are scenes of extreme violence, including non-consensual sexual violence, along with scenes of explicit sex between consenting characters. If any of these things may offend or disturb, please, do not read.

Imagine waking up one morning to be informed that WWIII has broken out and Korea has decided to decimate the planet in an effort to neutralize the US Follow Johnathan through the wastes of civilization and what he can manage to document in the first of hopefully many stories to come.

The story that started it all. First featured in Tevun Krus's Punk Wars issue on @ooorah the characters of Edgewise make their grand debut. Hi-jinks and Hilarity ensue.

A mysterious Serial Killer stalks the streets of New York gruesomely murdering anyone that gets in his way.

Science for a changing world. ©2019

Everyone is capable of anything; as long as they are pushed long, and far enough. That was the case with father, and Christian, and now me.

Lena has always dreamed of breaking free from her family's cycle of missed opportunities. When an email from her dream school invites her to a meeting, she jumps at the chance. But the address leads her to an abandoned facility, where she finds herself trapped in a sterile room under the cold, calculating gaze of a sentient A.l. known only as GOD. Claiming to test the limits of human potential, GOD thrives on trauma and torment, forcing Lena into a series of harrowing trials designed to break her body and mind. As she struggles to endure the games, Lena realizes she must outwit the all-seeing entity to uncover its secrets and escape its grasp.

Detectives Walter Locke, an ill and overworked team lead, his main man Fletcher, an aggressive and seasoned senior operative, and their newest party Tamil (Tuh-MEEL), a suave and school-smart face for their company, are the three-person dream squad of the Pacific Northwest Special Victim's Unit. They and their entire team are put to the test when what they believe is a textbook case of domestic violence gone wrong turns in into a high-profile serial killer case. Things only grow more harrowing when they find that every individual meeting their fate, in gruesomely ironic ways, are Tamil's own close friends. And with the menace cleaning up almost every single detail that could give any of them a solid lead, all they can go off of is a strange book that keeps showing up at each scene. The hand-typed, leather-bound, foil-stamped binders containing each individualized edition of Untitled Short Horror.