Multiple Award Winning Authors from Reddit's 12 million subscriber /Nosleep
WARNING: Contains mature and graphic material. Not for the faint of heart
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...
More DescriptionMultiple Award Winning Authors from Reddit's 12 million subscriber /Nosleep
WARNING: Contains mature and graphic material. Not for the faint of heart
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!
Early Readers:
I really wanted you to know the profound effect this story has had on me. This is one of the most beautiful, well-written pieces I have ever read... I printed it out and keep it next to my books.
-(ARC Reader)
Hayong will teach you fear. His themes and ideas of fear and terror that penetrate deep beneath your skin and slowly writhe, slick with a film of dread.
-(ARC Reader)
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't stop, couldn't stop, pouring all my love for the light and rage against its defiler with one unified assault.
Not until it lay still did I allow myself to fall gasping onto my back. One reluctant star at a time unraveled from the tapestry of madness to find its rightful place in the heavens. My body ached to the core, and were it not for the last utterances of my internal voice still coaxing me back to life, I would have been confident that I had died that night.