Wednesday, December 7, 2016

DAY 22 OF ANNOUNCING! Table of Contents for: +HORROR LIBRARY+ Volume 6

I’ll be unhurriedly posting all contributors here, one-a-day, to reveal the T.O.C. for this latest anthology volume that I edited for +HORROR LIBRARY+, to be published by Farolight Publishing (Cutting Block Books) in April, 2017.

DAY 22 of 27: Raymond Little

JG Faherty presents “The H Train”
Edward M. Erdelac presents “Hear The Eagle Scream”
Rebecca J. Allred presents “Mother’s Mouth, Full of Dirt”
Jay Caselberg presents “The Ride”
John M. Floyd presents “The Red-Eye to Boston”
Tom Johnstone presents “Oldstone Gardens”
Bentley Little presents “The Plumber”
Darren O. Godfrey presents “D.U.I.”
Carole Johnstone presents “Better You Believe”
David Tallerman presents “Casualty of Peace”
Kathryn E. McGee presents “The Creek Keepers’ Lodge”
Jeffrey Ford presents “Five Pointed Spell”
Sean Eads presents “Predestination’s a Bitch”
Dean H. Wild presents “The Gaff”
Stephanie Bedwell-Grime presents “The Night Truck”
C. Michael Cook presents “The Night Crier”
Josh Rountree presents “Snowfather”
Jayani C. Senanayake presents “Kalu Kumaraya (My Dark Prince)”
Marc E. Fitch presents “The Starry Crown”
Connor de Bruler presents “Il Mostro”
Raymond Little presents “Elsa and I”
22. Lucas Pederson presents “We Were Monsters”


She’s outside my window again when I call Werewolf into the room.
He rushes in wearing nothing but his underwear and flailing around a curved skinning knife.
Werewolf notices the room is clear, except for me standing beside the bed, and lowers the knife. He clears his throat. “So . . . how’s it goin’?”
I point at the window. And when he sees her, he drops the knife.
It’s only for a split-second, but long enough for the eyes to transmit to the brain. Long enough to know who, or what, presses its face against the glass staring in at us.
“Jesus,” Werewolf says. “That was . . . ”
“Her,” I say. “I know.”
“What are we gonna do, man? She’s supposed to be dead.”
I sigh heavily and wipe beads of sweat from my forehead with trembling hands. This is worse than I ever feared.
At first I only saw her in glimpses outside. And a lot of the times I’d chalk it up to imagination. Because, like Werewolf said, she was supposed to be dead.
Sometimes the dead don’t stay dead, though.
Especially if they’re not human. 

We Were Monsters by Lucas Pederson
ABOUT: Lucas Pederson

Lucas Pederson is the author of several short stories found in anthologies like Apex Publications’ The Blackness Within and Bards and Sages Great Tomes Vol.2. He has also written five novels, one of which will be published by Severed Press. He’s currently working on a new young adult horror novel. Lucas lives in a small Iowa town with his family and werewolves (aka, huskies).

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