THE JOURNEYMAN – by Dan Dillard

Published October 20, 2014 by Shadow Girl

 

The third novel and fifth story that takes place in the haunted and horrible Walker’s Woods–a midwestern town that could only have been dreamt up by the author of Demons and Other Inconveniences, How to Eat a Human Being and The Toothless Dead.

 

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As a kid, I dreamed of visiting The Emerald City.  As an adult, I bought property in South Park, Colorado.

In between – I made various Narnias, solved cases in Bayport,  imagined skipping school, (and getting detention) in Shermer, Ill., and stopped for coffee in Ilium.  I’ve wished that floo powder was a real thing, and daydreamed of becoming a Slayer in Sunnydale.  I’ve planned my escape from Arkham, and I built my fictional vacation home in Castle Rock.

My recent literary travels brought me to Walker’s Woods, a small Midwestern town where bad things happen. The latest news focuses on a string of disappearances, and a possible serial killer in the area.

Chelsea Ritter lives, and goes to school in Walker’s Woods. At 14 years old, the headlines are not her top priority.  Yet.

Her parents got divorced when she was younger, and Chelsea lives with her dad, Luke. They share the same quirky sense of humor, and love of good music. He’s not as fond of Persephone, her four year old pet tarantula, as he used to be.  Creepy, or not, Persephone is still a part of their family.

School kind of sucks, especially if you’re being harassed by the troglodytes roaming the halls.  She is a good student, but like most people – she enjoys her extra-curricular activities more. She loves to read, watch old b&w monster movies, and she is an exceptional artist.  She has also kept a non-traditional kind of journal since she was eleven.  At first, it was just something to do. Now, the pages of  “WEIRD SHIT MY NEIGHBOR DOES” are almost full. They’ve never officially met, but she is amused by Mr. Clay, and his OCD habits.

It probably would have stayed just a fun way to pass time –  if she hadn’t accidentally happened upon something unusual, even for him.  She was trying to hunt down a grasshopper for Persephone.  It had hopped off her porch, and when she found it again, it was in-between her house and Mr. Clay’s house.  Just as she captured it, she heard something hit Mr. Clay’s basement window from the inside. She was startled by the sound, and dropped Persephone’s snack. As it hopped away, she noticed that whatever caused the sound on the window, had also chipped away a piece of the black paint that was he used instead of curtains.  She heard sounds, possibly voices, but she couldn’t make them out, and she couldn’t see into the basement from her vantage point. She did the next best thing – she pulled out her cell phone, and got it set up and recording video with minimal effort. After she got about ten minutes recorded, she grabbed her phone and headed home to say goodbye to her dad before he left on a quick business trip.

She ordered a pizza and settled in to watch a old horror movie, forgetting all about the recording until she went to bed.  The light from the neighbor’s bedroom window came on, and reminded her. She grabbed her journal, a handful of pens, and hopped into bed – ready to watch Mr. Arthur Clay, and take some notes before going to sleep for the night.

What she saw would have been enough to keep other people awake for the rest of their lives.

Her neighbor mutilated & murdered someone while she was right outside, separated only by a thin pane of glass. He killed her, he drained her, and he cut out her eyes. And Chelsea had it on video.

I don’t know what I would do if I recorded a video of a murder.  Call the police, hide under my bed, move – all pretty good options.  I certainly wouldn’t go knock on a murderer’s door to tell them I have evidence of the crime. Blackmail can be lucrative, but it’s still a little too dangerous for me. Chelsea, on the other hand, knows exactly what she wants.

She was a little nervous when she knocked on his door, but his awkwardness empowered her.  When she told him that she saw him, and recorded what he did – the fear and anger showed on his face.

That’s when Chelsea smiled, and told Art exactly what she wanted.

 

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My grandma’s house had a well / basement window that looked more like the picture here.  I remember jumping down there a lot, but I don’t remember why, or what I did while down there. It’s been the focus of many nightmares over the years.

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Coffin Hop 2014 in T-12 days!

Published October 12, 2014 by Shadow Girl

Coffin Hop 2014 in T-12 days!.

MENU – The short horror film from extreme horror author Matt Shaw

Published October 8, 2014 by Shadow Girl

I see you shiver with antici…

 

…pation.

For the first time, uncensored, uncut,  skip the foreplay – let’s fuck!

 

Matt Shaw’s short horror film, MENU.

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ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE! BRAIN BANG! – An anthology from SHB

Published September 8, 2014 by Shadow Girl

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OZ by Brian Williams
Brilliant story! Why it hasn’t been written before now is a mystery to me. Maybe it’s because of that pesky ‘Going straight to Hell’ thing (?) I don’t know. It’s written now, and I’m pleased to know that I’ll be hanging out with Brian Williams when I die. I’ve heard that the coffee shops in Hades are lovely.

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BABY ARMOUR by D.F. Noble
A Nascar fan with a gaggle of babies finds the perfect way to get some money. Never mind how drunk he was when he came up with the plan. Not for sensitive readers – take the title literally, and read at your own risk. I can seperate IRL from fiction, and I cringed – while giggling.

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PLAY PLACE by Mike Lombardo
Those playscapes at Mickey D’s are disgusting pits of children’s ooze, but this one turned out to be a safe haven for the workers when the SHTF. How long do you think you could survive in the claustrophobic tunnels before you could escape safely, or the zeds got to you?

THIS is how you look to the zombies!!

THIS is how you look to the zombies!!

FLUSH by K.M. Tepe
This one is terrifying. I always look in the toilet now, especially since the spider incident of ’91. This brought back all those rational/irrational fears. I grew to love the little sister in this story, and can picture them growing up in a few years – into a Sam & Dean Winchester relationship, and business.

THE JOB by Quinn Hernandez
A zombie hunter with a low moral code will get rid of your dead kid problem… because the younger they are, the more profit he gets. As long as they’re still undead upon delivery. Hey – it’s a dog eat dog world these days!

HUMMANIFACTION by Mandy DeGeit
This is a really interesting ss – and I’m a little torn about telling you about it, or letting you read it to find out yourself. It’s very short, so I think I’ll let you read it without any spoilers. The title makes sense ;)

FELICITY MARMADUKE by Rich Bottles Jr.
Felicity is a bit fucked in the head, but not enough to be punished the way that she was. A morgue worker who got a bit frisky had the unthinkable happen to her. While trying to fix the situation, she was a little too free with her speech. An unfortunate thing, because her doctor ratted her out.

UNDYING URGES by Jesse Wheeler
Henry is quite into his necrophilia. In fact, he’s pretty sick compared to other necros I’ve read about. Frugal to a fault, he looks longingly at his gooey puddle o’ Brenda with affection, and decides to give her one more round on the Henry stick before disposing of her. It’s only now that he realizes how special she is.

SALTY by Justin Roberts
Oh, balls. This zombie story is close to my reason for human infection. Not close enough for me to not finish it, but… Bath Salts is an awesome segue ever since the Florida Face Eater.
Besides… I like saying ‘balls’ at numerous times throughout the day.
Kenny, and Stanley are trying Bath Salts for the first time. Kenny’s experience is a bit more enjoyable than Stanley’s!

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THE WAY OF ALL FLESH – A Parable by John Bruni
This feels like a true love story 웃❤유
These zombies are not like the movies, and it’s not Humans VS Zeds.

RIGHTS OF THE LIVING DEAD by David Hayes
Karen works at The Careful Solutions Abortion Clinic. When the SHTF, you can imagine what type of reanimated corpses invade Karen’s Territorial Bubble!

ZOMBIES OF EAST JESUS by Jesse Wheeler
The zombies came because those damn fool kids never learn. No respect for other people’s property, and an urge to see some boobs brought on the apocalypse. I could think of worse things.

Zombie! Zombie! Brain Bang!: A Strange Anthology

Zombie! Zombie! Brain Bang!: A Strange Anthology

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Guest Blogger – Joy Killar’s review of THE BONE ARCHITECT by Ian Woodhead

Published September 8, 2014 by Shadow Girl

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The Bone Architect by Ian Woodhead is a gruesome and scary page turner. This disturbing slasher story launches into immediate action that is sure to make your heart beat faster and your eyes widen in fear. Even the most die-hard horror fans will find this novel a terrifying venture. I am impressed by Ian Woodhead’s mastery of the genre and his ability to shock even me…. I highly recommend The Bone Architect to any readers who are looking for true horror, and willing to be scared sleepless.

Ouija Wall

Published August 22, 2014 by Shadow Girl

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A Ouija Wall! I have so much love for this! I will do [some form of] this one day – guaranteed!
So… on a completely unrelated topic…
Do you lock your doors when you go to work? #GuerillaRemodeling

Originally posted on safetypinner:

Sometimes I have an idea that’s just too ridiculous to refuse.

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This project started with Pinterest. Dear God, I love that thing. I swear that no other social networking site– not Facebook, not Twitter, not Flickr– has inspired me so much. I cook food based on the fancy pictures I see. REAL FOOD. WITH INGREDIENTS THAT DON’T COME OUT OF A CAN.

Anyhow, one night I saw this photo, and at first I thought it was a Ouija Board painted on the wall. It’s not– at least, as not as far as I know– but that just lit my brain up.

“Oh man. I have to paint a huge Ouija board on my wall. And I have to do it tonight. RIGHT NOW.”

Luckily, my boyfriend was out that night, so I grabbed my MP3 player and went to town. Below are my vague instructions if you wanna try…

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You’ve got a serious problem…

Published August 21, 2014 by Shadow Girl

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