Ready or not, here it comes! Volume 2 of our award-winning anthology is back from the shadows and hungrier than ever for fresh readers. This unique collection of ten stories features a range of international talent: masters of horror, rising stars, and fresh new voices in the genre. See below for information on the stories this volume contains.
Toll Road, by Antonio Simon, Jr.
—A professional kidnapper gets more than he bargained for when his latest abduction leads to terrifying supernatural encounters on the Florida Turnpike.
Boxed, by Bryan Cassiday
—A group of strangers trapped in an elevator run short of time and bullets as they attempt to discover who among them is infected with a deadly plague.
A Murder of Crows, by Reed W. Huston
—Daniel, Rebecca, and their cat Southpaw have just moved into a new home, and the local wildlife is not happy to receive them. It’s more than coincidental that a group of crows is called a murder…
We All Ate The White Flesh, by Chris Lynch
—In the depths of a harsh winter, a starving family unearths a massive turnip and unexpected horrors.
The Lonely Man, by Barnaby King
—Thomas’s investigation into an idyllic English village uncovers the tragic story of two young lovers, and the ghastly secret the villagers thought they’d left buried in the past.
Beneath The Earth, by Ken Pelham
—Charles Bonham knows better than anyone that grave-robbing is a lucrative business. While in Ireland to ply his trade, he learns that some secrets are better left buried.
Dear Sir, by Steven Samuel Stafford
—Two field medics on the Western Front race against time to fulfill a soldier’s dying wish and stop an unspeakable horror.
Colder Still, by Justin Cawthorne
—A relic from John’s past holds a portentous future for his son and the secret to a fatal gypsy curse.
Quarry Lake, by Kelson Hargis
—Ghosts have beset Whit ever since his kid brother drowned. Whit is determined to plumb the secrets of Quarry Lake, but at what cost?
God May Pity All
Weak Hearts, by Daniel Russell
—Something dreadful lives within the walls of Dr. Crippen’s home. More dreadful still is what it has in common with him.