A sample from Accents of Horror- Story 1 " A Stranger in the rain."
Danny Miller drove aimlessly down the dark road squinting through each swipe of the wiper blades. About 15 miles back, the rain began in sprinkles and the transformed into a full-out monsoon. This was a recipe for disaster considering he had not slept in close to forty-eight hours. Luckily he had seen little traffic on this highway thus far.
And at least he had quit drinking.
Eight months ago, Danny was an average American. He worked nine to five in a factory driving a forklift. It was a nonstop routine, but he was a creature of habit anyway. Plus he made decent money.
He had been married three years to a young waitress he met at a diner he had lunch at every day. One day he had walked in and she said "Let me guess. a BLT and a side of fries?"
"Am I that predictable?" He had replied.
"Yes, you're here every day sweetie. Either you really love the food or you're sweet on me."
"Can't it be both?" He asked
After that, they had dated for six months before he married her and her big blue eyes. Everything was great, or so he thought.
One day there was an accident at the plant and it had shut down. He was home early and hoped to surprise Connie by taking her out to dinner. Unfortunately he was the one in for the surprise.
Lying in their bed was Connie and the eight-teen-year-old boy who cut their grass. He was the quarterback of the football team, built and toned body, perfect tan, everything that Danny wasn't.
He had looked at Danny like a deer caught in the headlights. Most likely he feared he would never throw another pass due to a fatal case of lead poisoning. Danny wasn't a violent man. Besides he was too shocked to be angry, only hurt.
When he asked her why, she responded with a laundry list of things that made her unhappy over the last three years, including him not satisfying her sexually or emotionally. It was news to him.
She left him and two days later he was served with divorce papers. It was actually quick and painless, at least for her. Now she was happy and in possession of half of everything he owned.
After the divorce was final, he was still hurt, but angry now as well. He handled it not by a killing spree with an automatic weapon, but with liquor. The idea being to slowly kill himself instead of anyone else
He went on countless drinking binges and finally lost his job.One day, he hated what he saw in the mirror and poured the stuff down the sink. He then gathered up a chunk of his savings and went traveling in search of happiness.
Now his only problem was sleeping. It wasn't that he couldn't sleep, it was that he didn't want to. He had begun having nightmares five months ago. Every time he slept he was visited by the man without a face.
It was always the same figure stalking him and staring at him with every turn. He had no voice. but pointed at him accusingly. He looked like a normal man except his face was blacked out as if his identity were being hidden from television viewers.Danny had finally decided to sleep only when it was absolutely necessary. The only thing keeping him going right now was coffee and enough energy drink to melt his kidneys.
The rain began to slack off and he caught site of a figure in the distance. A man with a small bag held out his thumb, hoping for a kind stranger to give him a ride.
"Are you kidding me?" He said aloud.
The guy must have been pretty desperate to stand on a deserted highway in the middle of the rain. Danny had heard all of the horror stories about picking up hitchhikers as well as all the male fantasies regarding picking up a female in need of a ride.Surely they all couldn't be murdering nut jobs.Though all logic said he should keep driving, he had sympathy for the guy and at the last second pulled over. Letting down the window he asked the obvious. "Need a ride buddy?"
In the darkness, only the silhouette of the man could be seen. He took a drag from his cigarette and the burning red tip glowed in the night. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and walked up to the window."Aye, that's real kind of ye sir." The man said with a thick Irish accent.
This is a sample from the story "A Stranger in the rain from my book "Accents Of Horror: Four Flavors Of Death, which has received Eight-teen five star reviews and is available on Amazon, Nook or Kindle.
And at least he had quit drinking.
Eight months ago, Danny was an average American. He worked nine to five in a factory driving a forklift. It was a nonstop routine, but he was a creature of habit anyway. Plus he made decent money.
He had been married three years to a young waitress he met at a diner he had lunch at every day. One day he had walked in and she said "Let me guess. a BLT and a side of fries?"
"Am I that predictable?" He had replied.
"Yes, you're here every day sweetie. Either you really love the food or you're sweet on me."
"Can't it be both?" He asked
After that, they had dated for six months before he married her and her big blue eyes. Everything was great, or so he thought.
One day there was an accident at the plant and it had shut down. He was home early and hoped to surprise Connie by taking her out to dinner. Unfortunately he was the one in for the surprise.
Lying in their bed was Connie and the eight-teen-year-old boy who cut their grass. He was the quarterback of the football team, built and toned body, perfect tan, everything that Danny wasn't.
He had looked at Danny like a deer caught in the headlights. Most likely he feared he would never throw another pass due to a fatal case of lead poisoning. Danny wasn't a violent man. Besides he was too shocked to be angry, only hurt.
When he asked her why, she responded with a laundry list of things that made her unhappy over the last three years, including him not satisfying her sexually or emotionally. It was news to him.
She left him and two days later he was served with divorce papers. It was actually quick and painless, at least for her. Now she was happy and in possession of half of everything he owned.
After the divorce was final, he was still hurt, but angry now as well. He handled it not by a killing spree with an automatic weapon, but with liquor. The idea being to slowly kill himself instead of anyone else
He went on countless drinking binges and finally lost his job.One day, he hated what he saw in the mirror and poured the stuff down the sink. He then gathered up a chunk of his savings and went traveling in search of happiness.
Now his only problem was sleeping. It wasn't that he couldn't sleep, it was that he didn't want to. He had begun having nightmares five months ago. Every time he slept he was visited by the man without a face.
It was always the same figure stalking him and staring at him with every turn. He had no voice. but pointed at him accusingly. He looked like a normal man except his face was blacked out as if his identity were being hidden from television viewers.Danny had finally decided to sleep only when it was absolutely necessary. The only thing keeping him going right now was coffee and enough energy drink to melt his kidneys.
The rain began to slack off and he caught site of a figure in the distance. A man with a small bag held out his thumb, hoping for a kind stranger to give him a ride.
"Are you kidding me?" He said aloud.
The guy must have been pretty desperate to stand on a deserted highway in the middle of the rain. Danny had heard all of the horror stories about picking up hitchhikers as well as all the male fantasies regarding picking up a female in need of a ride.Surely they all couldn't be murdering nut jobs.Though all logic said he should keep driving, he had sympathy for the guy and at the last second pulled over. Letting down the window he asked the obvious. "Need a ride buddy?"
In the darkness, only the silhouette of the man could be seen. He took a drag from his cigarette and the burning red tip glowed in the night. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and walked up to the window."Aye, that's real kind of ye sir." The man said with a thick Irish accent.
This is a sample from the story "A Stranger in the rain from my book "Accents Of Horror: Four Flavors Of Death, which has received Eight-teen five star reviews and is available on Amazon, Nook or Kindle.
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