Occult Anthology

>"Chi insiste nell’idea peregrina che il racconto fantastico italiano è stato un episodio minore quanto tardo apparso sulla scena europea, non valuta appieno il contributo di Tarchetti". Tarchetti "per ardore sperimentale" scosse "la tradizione del fantastico con una invenzione formale che non avrà emulatori." Lo fece con i suoi Racconti fantastici e in particolare con il racconto I fatali.

A 13-year-old boy. A whip. A man chained to a beam. This is the beginning of "The Bobbything", the disturbing story of a child...

This is a short story about the events that happened during a vacation in the South in the life of Jo Danning, a retired military linguist. She and her son, Casey, spend time with her grandmother while odd events unfold that surround a nearby house beside her grandmother's garden. Something evil is under the ground; something wicked from the past. Jo Danning only wanted to get to Wilmington, North Carolina as soon as possible. She wanted to start her new life with her son, Casey.

Creepy is a collection of short stories, some fiction and some not, that will send shivers down your spine! Creepy contains two of my favorite short suspense stories ("The Rumblin'" and "Murdoch's Eyes"), but best of all, it includes some of my real life supernatural experiences...absolutely true ghost stories. I was around 10 years old when I had my first supernatural experience. Thirty years later, my ghosts have returned and they are creepier than ever.

Un ragazzino di tredici anni. Una frusta. Un uomo incatenato ad una trave. Così si apre "La Bobbycosa", l'inquietante storia di un bimbo...

She's tied to the shop for a crime she didn't do, serving customers their wishes and nightmares, searching for the three missing puzzle pieces as she does so. Though it may take her years, she's determined to win her freedom before she becomes just another unwitting customer.

Racconti del mistero, fatti realmente accaduti elaborati dalla fantasia dell'autrice. Sei avvincenti storie che con i loro personaggi vi trasporteranno nell'ignoto, nell'occulto, nell'inspiegabile, in un viaggio aldilà della realtà.

Il Canto dell'Amor trionfante è un racconto dello scrittore russo Ivan S. Turgenev. Ambientato nella Ferrara del ‘500, ai tempi dell'Ariosto...

Two adventurers set out on a long mountainous hike into a remote cave with a sinister history. Listening to The Cave will take you from excitement to fear. Each emotion the same physiologically and drastically different psychologically.

A volunteer candy-striper stays over night at St. Mary's hospital to watch over a boy from her class. The same boy that had asked her to the school dance five times already. The same boy that she'd rejected five times already....

First published in an 1849 edition of The Flag of Our Union, "Hop-Frog" is a revenge tale akin to "The Cask of Amontillado". Told from the perspective of a crippled jester who was taken from his homeland and has been abused by the king he serves, the story focuses on the revenge Hop-Frog takes after the king strikes his fellow countrywoman and performer, the dancer Trippetta.

Life gets crowded on the open road. Jason loves the open spaces of the western US. There is contemplative quiet that comes with crossing the endless miles. And that's his job, traveling, doing mobile repair and maintenance work for an office equipment company. When they send him into New Mexico, an overnight stay at a motel that is haunted changes his life. Who knew spirits could be so tenacious or complicate your life so much? A short, fantastic adventure in surreal New Mexico.

Have you ever had a reoccurring nightmare? What if the nightmare was more than a dream? In this story our protagonist discovers that his night terror is more is a glimpse into his past. An unforgivable crime haunts him in his present life. This short story is part of a series of short supernatural and horror stories. A quick, spooky listen that will leave you haunted.

Enclosed in this volume are five tales and short narrations of spirits and specters that seem to linger in the land of the living. Such as a the spirit of a grandfather wishing to connect with the grandson he never met, an entity hell bent on taking the innocence of young girl as she lies terrified in her bed and of the little girl trying to give her sister an important message! Some are false while some are based on fact, can you tell them apart?

A broken author tries to get back on his feet by staying at the super-cheap Fairfax Gardens. But the menacing Vagrant outside warns him repeatedly that the place is DAMNED. It all swings from bliss to horror and back, daily and inexplicably, due to the sweet and bubbly Sistine and her marauding demon of a mother. All, as the diabolical Vagrant outside seemingly grows more and more bent on killing them all.

A bold new Jack The Ripper Story. A love story with time travel that will knock your socks off. Duke Kidwell and Trea set the stage in this time traveling story of intrigue. Jack The Ripper as you never thought of before. Just the beginning; more books to follow.

The dark strains of madness that permeate many of the works of Edgar Allan Poe make their way through this macabre story. This memorable short story bears a resemblance to Poe's Tell Tale Heart. In both stories guilt leaves a murderer with a singular choice.

The town of Flarant is abandoned to its fate, year after year. Year after year, the people of Flarant lose their children to the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They cannot flee. They are beyond all hope. And then a stranger enters the town in the days leading up to the event. This year, there is difference in the air. This year, the children are not alone.

My body jolted as gravity did its work, drawing my innards and their contents sharply towards the back of my throat. I opened my eyes and sat up with a start. My breathing was heavy and my heart beat uneasy. I felt cold, my body drenched in a clammy sweat, my vision blurred by tears. I looked around, confused as I tried to focus. I was in my bedroom. There was a half empty bottle of vodka on the floor. My lips were dry and my head thumped. With thoughts that were muddled and confused, I tried to make sense of things.

“Mr. Tony Abbot”? It was my time. I had been waiting for this moment and now it had arrived. It was like going to school or starting a new job for the first time, a feeling of apprehension. I was looking forward to it with dread, I was going down.