First Contact Horror

Enjoy a classic horror story that begins with a hair-raising "Canadian canoe" trip down the flooded Danube. The float trip lands two adventurers on a willow-covered island in the stream, amid sharp shale, rapids, rain, and howling winds. Disastrous erosion and danger soon engulfs the two men. But the campers survive a murderous attempt to secretly scuttle their canoe and steal their food supplies.

Discovering a purpose can be a difficult and daunting undertaking, even for a parasitic entity doomed with a ceaseless hunger for flesh, bone, and suitable hosts.

Anatu is an ambitious warrior deprived of history and a race without a name. With her poleaxe in hand amongst terrifying creatures and in a place of distrust and tension, Anatu is conflicted about her romantic feelings. Leon, her current partner, remains a strong presence in Anatu's life, but she feels herself beginning to stray. She feels herself longing for another woman. Can she create a romantic life with a human? What will the others think? What will Niko think? Anatu swallows her pride and continues her journey in fear of her own sexuality, but a plot twist is nearing.

The first of its kind - FOMO is a tale set amid a craft beer backdrop that conjures memories of shows like The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, and Tales from the Crypt. Craft beer aficionado Greg Smith spends most of his time attending rare releases chasing down bottles that he'll likely never open. A chance encounter with a man who looks exactly like him at an anniversary release sends Greg spiraling. Does this doppelganger have anything to do with the strange tasting he had attended at the naval base? An event no one else seems to have heard of?

"Don’t be a fool! There’s no such thing as aliens, Roxy," Branden said in a tight, strangled voice. "Let’s get Frank out of this damn water." He wrapped his arms around Frank who was now moaning and wailing like a baby. They all surrounded Frank. Gathering their strength, they heaved him up, and as they began to make their way towards shore. They all heard another thunder-like ricochet. But this time, it was multiple ones, and they were undoubtedly fired at them.

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.

An astronaut lands on the dark side of the moon to discover he is not the only life-form.

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.

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.

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.