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Brutal Bedtime Stories: A Supernatural Horror Collection, Maloney David, Bak Ha-Yong, Alexander Kyle


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Автор: Maloney David, Bak Ha-Yong, Alexander Kyle
Название:  Brutal Bedtime Stories: A Supernatural Horror Collection
ISBN: 9781979340472
Издательство: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Классификация: ISBN-10: 1979340471
Обложка/Формат: Paperback
Страницы: 334
Вес: 0.45 кг.
Дата издания: 30.10.2017
Язык: English
Размер: 229 x 152 x 18
Поставляется из: США
Описание: Amazon-bestselling horror collection.Multiple Award-Winning Authors

Is there anything as horrifying as what Davids wife gave birth to?

How about that advertisement Tobias found that was selling a human head, condition used?

Then theres Hayongs experience in heaven (which isnt nearly as nice as it sounds)...

... and Kyle encountering that bionic cult thats a long way short of being human.

Spine-tingling terror from horror writers around the world. Dozens of diverse short stories containing gruesome murders, supernatural mysteries, grotesque hellscapes, and deranged psychopaths to keep you up at night. Surprise twists ensure you keep guessing until the last page.

Special Edition with Full page original illustrations

Excerpt:

Every sense, every muscle, every feral instinct begged for me to close my eyes against the nauseating tumult of color. To let go of the insurmountable force I was thrall to; to find acceptance in defeat, and peace in death. But louder than the diminishing throb of my heart were the words:

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And so I did. I swam through the sea of melting colors, fixating on the black blemish which refused to relinquish my throat. I fought back, tooth and nail sinking into yielding flesh, kicking and screaming as stale air tore through my howling lungs. I lunged after that, digging my fingers into the thing that attacked me until warm wet rivers bubbled over my hands up to the wrist. I wouldn



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