First Contact Horror

Alien vampires, bloodthirsty brats, annoying relatives, a small-town sheriff harboring big secrets, and a 300-pound football player with a severe case of constipation are among the tales in this repulsive - and quite disturbing - collection of Halloween stories.

A crossover between the new wave vampire mythos and nasty aliens from another galaxy, this story features both of them, converging in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ravensbrooke Hall lies empty. It has been looking more derelict with every passing year...since being abandoned; gathering layers of dust, ivy, and cobwebs, while the owner, Sir Sébastien de Ravensbrooke, travels alone abroad...or so it is believed. Sir Sébastien is known as a mountaineer, chess master, artist, yogi, social provocateur, occultist, drug addict, and libertine. The locals accused him of being a "black magician", but this is inaccurate...for in truth, what he actually is, would defy description, belief, and comprehension.

DeDe Rose's popular series, Scary Shorts, continues in Book three with two paranormal stories about alien encounters, along with her notes that describe the real stories behind the tales. We Are They delves into the dreaded alien interactions that occur when the alien Grays show up to terrorize a couple by standing at the bottom of the bed ... and just staring. Why are they there? What do they want? This is one of the most frequent stories that real experiencers discuss.

Modeled after Robert E. Howard's The Servants of Bit-Yakin and H. P. Lovecraft's At the Mountain of Madness, this is the origin story for a new type of hero: a warrior spaceman imbued with dark powers who searches for his lost masters in hopes of making them stop the needless suffering of mortal souls. It opens the door to a re-imagined world of H. P. Lovecraft's monsters, ethics, and the dark mysteries of the universe.

Millions of threads so thin as to be invisible, so vaporous as to be ductile, drift through the classroom, emitting a chill and leaving a sense of unease. Hidden deep in their cloaks, the Blue Lights analyze the odors that cling to the individual cells of every child, from the top of each little head to the bottom of their ticklish feet and every dark secret place in between, from their gathering brains to their blood-soaked spleens. One girl feels dizzy; one boy throws up.