Dark Screams, Volume 1
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Stephen King, Kelley Armstrong, Bill Pronzini, Simon Clark, and Ramsey Campbell are the first contributors to a mind-bending new series of short-story collections that push the boundaries of horror and dark suspense to the bleeding edge. From Brian James Freeman and Richard Chizmar of the acclaimed Cemetery Dance Publications, Dark Screams: Volume One reaches across genres to take readers beyond the precipice of mortal toil and into the glimmering void of irreality and beyond.
WEEDS by Stephen King
When a meteorite lands on his property, Jordy Verrill envisions an easy payday. Unfortunately for Jordy, this is no ordinary rock--and the uncompromising force inside has found its first target.
THE PRICE YOU PAY by Kelley Armstrong
Never pay more than you owe. Sounds like easy advice to follow. But for Kara and her childhood friend Ingrid, some debts can never be repaid . . . especially those tendered in blood.
MAGIC EYES by Bill Pronzini
Edward James Tolliver has found a weary sort of asylum among the insane. He knows he's not one of them--but how can he tell anyone about the invaders without sounding that way?
MURDER IN CHAINS by Simon Clark
Imagine awaking to find yourself in an underground vault, chained by the neck to a murderous lunatic, a grunting goliath who seems more animal than man. What would you do to save yourself?
THE WATCHED by Ramsey Campbell
Little Jimmy gets a glimpse of the cold truth when he finds out that it's not always what you see that can get you into trouble; it's who knows what you see.
much effort, and soon she lost that battle. She tumbled into restless sleep and a nightmare, this one straight from life. November 16, 2011 Kara sat on the park bench, holding Melody on her lap so the baby could watch the big kids. “Do you want to go play?” Kara laughed when Melody’s feet drummed against her leg. “I bet you do. I bet—” “Hello, Kara.” Kara jumped. No one called her that anymore. She was Kerry these days. Kara Snow—murderess—died in Ohio. Kerry Martin—mother and
and I wanted to tell you that.” “You came all the way to Seattle to tell me that?” Ingrid’s smile sparked, as bright as ever. “Sure. You’re my best friend. I’d go anywhere for you. Now, how about we get this little girl’s momma a nice hot coffee? It’s freezing out here.” And so it began. Kara didn’t just roll over and play best friend again. But…yes, ultimately she let Ingrid back into her life. She didn’t have a choice. “I know who you really are,” Ingrid had told her, a week later, when
the soul. November 15—Morning I’ve taken notice, strong notice, of one of the new inmates. Miss Dorothy Pringle, Ward C, Room 9 at the other end of the hall from mine. She’s young and rather pretty in a wistful, ethereal sort of way. Dark hair, delicate features, on the skinny side but neither flat-chested nor flat-hipped. To look at her you’d think she was a librarian or secretary or grade-school teacher, the kind of meek little woman who would never harm a fly. You’d never take her for a
might have dodged into the hide. Watching his house and its neighbours always made him feel like a spy in a film. The hide was a hut composed of rounded logs, open on the side that faced away from the canal. The logs were patched with moss and scaly with small leaves. A gap low enough for Jimmy to look through and sufficiently high for a tall person not to have to crouch must have been designed to give a view of any life on the canal and across it before the houses had been built. Now the gap
months after her mother finally realized he hadn’t just taken off temporarily, as he’d done all of Kara’s life. They’d never gotten married, so he’d seemed to feel free to disappear at will, chasing some more exciting life. Come back when the money ran out. Stay until he got some again. This time, he must have found what he was looking for. Kara never saw him again. Bill had seemed like a trade-up. That’s what her mom called him, giggling to her friends, “I sure did trade up, didn’t I?” They’d