The True Horror of Being Bitten

 A story from the What If? #4 Anthology

In the days of the Roman Empire, a French peasant and thief learns the true horror of what it means to be bitten.

Once bitten, twice shy

August 28, 45 AD Provincia Romana

Francois slips quietly over the villa’s wall, dropping softly to the ground. Crouching, he looks along the wall in both directions and then down the gentle slope from the wall to the edge of the woods. None of the Roman guards are visible. They all must be searching the estate’s grounds.

Moving in the shadows, Francois cautiously makes his way down the hill. He avoids the bright spots of reddish light from the ‘blood moon.’ We should have waited for the full moon to pass; there is too much light tonight.

Wraith-like Francois disappears into the edge of the forest. He holds his stolen treasure inside his loose-fitting shirt. The cool, hard silver of the wine pitcher comforts him. This could feed the family for a year. I hope Luc has taken something of equal value. That will get us through the next year.

Silently, Francois follows the trail that leads to their rendezvous spot, a small knoll that is almost a league away from the villa. After half an hour, he gets the feeling he is being watched. The feeling stays with him, so when he is more than halfway there, Francois stops and listens.

At first, he hears nothing, not even a night bird. It is so quiet that all he can hear is his own breathing. The hairs on the back of his neck start to stand up. His heart begins to pound. Then he hears it.

The breathing is heavy and, at the same time, rapid. Is that a dog? Has that Roman set the dogs on me?

The longer he listens, the surer he becomes. If it is a dog, it is huge. Francois slowly turns his head, trying to find where the sound is coming from. He focuses on a copse of small oak trees to his right. Brush and tall grass grow around the trees. The sound is definitely coming from them. His vision zeroes in on the shadows between the trees, concentrating on a patch of bushes and tall grasses.

A flash of reddish yellow, then it is gone. What was that? Francois turns, facing the direction he is looking, and starts to crouch, keeping his eyes on the spot where he thought he saw the yellow flash. After a moment two yellow orbs appear, the moonlight adding a reddish tinge to them. With the appearance of the orbs comes a low, rumbling growl.

Slowly, the yellow orbs move closer, and the growling gets louder.

Francois draws his knife, taking up the fighter’s stance his father taught him. He keeps his eyes on the approaching yellow orbs. As they draw closer the drooling snout of a wolf comes out of the shadows and into view. Its fangs are exposed, lips drawn back, and ears flat against the wolf’s head. Drool drips from its mouth onto the ground.

Francois looks around, searching for more wolves. Wolves always attack as a pack! But there are none to be seen or heard. Where are the others?

As the wolf advances on him, Francois quickly considers his options. I could run, but I cannot outrun him. If I fight, and I do not kill it quickly, the other wolves will get here and kill me. My only chance is to kill it quickly and find a tall tree to climb before the other wolves arrive. Francois prepares to attack as the beast gets closer.

The wolf is about ten yards away now. Its coat might be gray with silver highlights, but it is hard to tell because of the reddish light from the ‘blood moon.’ It must be the biggest wolf to have ever lived. Francois guesses that it is at least a hundred and seventy pounds. As it prepares to pounce, Francois charges. For a moment, the wolf is surprised, but it recovers quickly and races toward Francois.

Francois rushes forward in a half-crouch, ready to strike. He realizes the wolf is going for his throat, so he leaps forward, going erect at the same time. The wolf’s jaws do not slam closed on his throat. Instead, they clamp down on the silver pitcher inside Francois’ shirt. He grabs the wolf’s left ear with his left hand, twisting its head to the wolf’s right, exposing the massive canine’s throat. Francois drives his knife deep into its throat, all the way to the knife’s hilt. The wolf howls in pain and leaps backward, away from Francois, wrenching the handle of the knife from his hand as he falls to his knees.

The wolf moves a few yards away from him and sits down, keeping his eyes on Francois. He looks at the wolf and watches ‘smoke’ rising from the wolf’s mouth. That cannot be smoke, it is cold, it must be steam. Francois looks closer and it seems to him the wolf’s tongue is burned.

While the wolf stares at him, it starts swatting at the knife hilt with its left hind paw. With a few swats, it gets a ‘grip’ on the hilt, pulling the knife free. The knife falls to the ground, and then the wolf swipes it into the bushes with its left front paw. What strikes Francois is it is barely bleeding. Blood should be gushing out of that neck wound! What the hell am I going to do now?

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The Howling: Exploring the Unnerving Power of Wind on People

 The Dark Side of Nature’s Whispers"

By Lorraine Carey

Jimi Hendrix sang a hit song, “The Wind Cries Mary” in the late sixties which was a tribute to his girlfriend and longtime love. Well, she may have liked the wind and been honored by the song, but some of us may beg to differ.

I vividly remember those windy days when I was a classroom teacher. The staff lounge would be abuzz with teachers commenting on how many students would be misbehaving on that day and the detention hall would most likely be full. Let me add that I am so glad I am retired.

There is something about wind that directly affects our physical and mental status. Observations of the negative behavior of children on the playground of an American school revealed that the average number of fights per day doubled when the wind speeds rose about a threshold, above force 6.

Wind does increase our production of adrenaline, metabolisms speed up us, and blood vessels of the heart show a tendency to stand on end.

Positive ions become over-abundant. The wind’s energy can strip away a negatively charged ion into a positive ion. And these charged particles do strange things. Science has not been able to explain exactly why too many positive ions in the air have a negative impact on us but have confirmed that the effect is real.

I’ve always felt that the wind picks up so much energy from everything around us: people, animals, plants, and whatnot. And all of those energies, good or bad impact us.

Our nervous systems were built to detect changes that require a quick response- when winds become strong our bodies trigger that ‘fight or flight’ mode releasing stress hormones, adrenaline, and norepinephrine as a defense response mechanism.

Now let’s talk a bit about the recent Hurricane Helene and how the wind had affected so many:

Yes, science has its theories but I have witnessed all types of behavior, good and bad before, during, and after this hurricane here in Florida.

I live in St. Petersburg, (Tampa Bay area) and yes, this area got hit hard. Luckily we did not get any damage other than much debris in our pool and yard. And we do have the bayou in our backyard that runs out into the bay.

My in-laws were staying with us from Ohio during this storm. Two days before the storm I had gone to the market to get supplies and I knew what that situation would look like. Yes, panic buying was in full swing. The look on shoppers’ faces told it all. Many were racing their buggies to get to water and nonperishables, some banging into others without any apologies.

I let many of the seniors get in front of me as the line to the water aisle was jammed. When I got there I found two jugs on the top shelf. One man reached ahead of me and said, “Not till I get one.” Well, he did get his and handed me one.

I was glad to return home and vowed not to return back there until the storm passed.

The day before the storm I had a doctor’s appointment and driving to and from was a real stretch. Some people were polite but others were in full road rage mode. I almost wished I had taken an Uber to my appointment.

Most of the people in my neighborhood had evacuated but offered to assist or see if we needed anything as we did the same. Being we stayed we’d be the boots on the ground.

It was probably a good thing to have company at the time for moral support. The day of the storm we were all tense and scared. Our eyes and ears were glued to the weather stations, but we all pitched in and began moving furniture, placing sandbags out, and removing all outside furniture as the surge was supposed to be high.

The winds started to pick up during the late afternoon on Thursday, Sept. 26^th. I went into the backyard to check the water levels and the bayou was starting to rise. The wind was howling like thousands of banshees. No birds were in the area and I felt a sense of doom overtake me.

That night, none of us slept, with having to keep vigil on the rising waters from the bayou in the backyard. I’d gone out around midnight as the surge was supposed to end around 2 a.m. My husband and I had our boots on and were wading through waters that had risen from the bayou and into our yard. It was then that I felt like I was truly in danger. I know what lurks in those waters and I could just imagine a snake or gator at my feet. I kept thinking, Would this water rush into our home and have us swimming out? The wind blew harder and the Mangrove trees were moving wildly and I was screaming.  Yes, I was feeling out of control. Our entire neighborhood was flooded as well. My husband was trying to calm me down but that was futile. All I could think was, why did we stay here?

We watched the water until 2 a.m. Luckily it had stopped so we were all tired and able to get some rest.

In the morning the waters were receding back to the bayou as well as the front area.

That morning was the big reveal as to all the damage that the area had received. We were spared here, but many were not as fortunate. The pictures of the devastation of St. Petersburg and the Tampa Bay area were devastating.  I had family that had homes destroyed.

It’s been a week now post-hurricane and I do see some calming down but only from those who did not have devastation to their property. Most people you talk to here are dealing with PTSD from this. There are neighborhood groups as well as local agencies that have come to the rescue.

My most recent trip was out to the store yesterday, traffic was very heavy, and I was still seeing some aggressive drivers. Some folks needed to replenish food and panic buying resumed in the store.

The next day after the storm the winds continued to have some pretty strong bursts here and there. It was as if the storm was trying to mark its territory.

Hopefully, I will not encounter a storm like Helene in my lifetime but as far as the wind goes, I have to say I’ve always feared it, and now more so than ever.

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Lorraine Carey

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Lorraine Carey is a reading specialist and an Award-Winning Author. She was living in California until fate whisked her off to Grand Cayman. She currently lives in Florida. Her love for paranormal stories began at a young age, and is no stranger to the paranormal, having encountered unexplainable events that are woven into her stories.

Miraculous Treatment

Let me breathe!

Remi's chest constricted painfully as she struggled to breathe. Rushed to the hospital, she received mysterious treatment due to a medical error, which miraculously stopped the asthma attack and restored her breathing. While she felt healthier than ever before, along with this astonishing recovery came peculiar abilities and Remi couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding. This miraculous healing may have come at a cost that she wasn't prepared to pay. 

A short excerpt from the story

The flashing lights of the ambulance illuminated the night as it came to a stop at the entrance of the bustling hospital. The doors flew open, and they wheeled in Remi on a stretcher.

A kind-looking nurse with blonde hair approached them with a warm smile. “Hello dear, my name is Anna,” she introduced herself before leading them to Bed B.

With gentle hands and a sense of urgency, they carefully transferred Remi onto the bed as Anna immediately began assessing her condition. She listened intently to her lungs, checking for any signs of distress.

As Anna worked, the paramedic gave his report, and she quickly started an IV line in Remi's hand. Meanwhile, a nurse's aide unhooked Remi’s oxygen tube from the tank, connected the tube to the central connection, and attached the cardiac monitor electrodes to her chest.

The heavy curtain that separated the beds was suddenly pulled aside with a loud swoosh. In its place stood a tall man with thick, salt-and-pepper hair. He swept his gaze across the small cubicle before fixing his attention on Remi. Introducing himself as Dr. Schwarz, he took note of the discarded nebulizer pipe lying on her bed before directing his piercing blue eyes to her face and hands. “Let me listen to your lungs,” he said in a no-nonsense tone, holding out his stethoscope.

Remi nodded weakly and struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in her chest. The doctor placed the cold metal against her skin and listened intently to her lung sounds, his brow furrowing in concern. After a moment, he asked, “How long have you been dealing with asthma?”

“Since...as far back as I can remember,” Remi gasped out between ragged breaths, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. “I take preventive medications and usually use my nebulizer during sudden attacks, but I didn’t have any solution and the inhaler didn’t help.”

The doctor's expression turned sympathetic as he nodded understandingly. “We'll get you taken care of,” he assured her before turning to the nurse.

“It’s my fault!” Emily informed the doctor with tears in her eyes. “Remi is staying with me while her parents are in South America with Doctors Without Borders, and I didn’t know she’s allergic to cats.”

“It’s okay,” Dr. Schwarz spoke in a soothing voice. “We’ll make her better, but I’m afraid, you need to get rid of your cat.”

“It’s not mine, just cat-sitting for a friend, but I’m going to call my other friends right now. I’m sure one of them will take the cat,” Emily said and pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll be in the waiting room,” she flashed a nervous smile at the young girl and hurried out of the room.

The doctor turned to the nurse. “Anna, let’s give her 125 Solumedrol, hook her up for continuous nebulizer, and get a portable chest X-ray as well.”

The nurse nodded and left the room. The doctor smiled, pulled the curtain that separated Remi’s room from bed C, and greeted the patient. “Hi Konrad, are you ready?”

“Yes,” sounded a young boy’s voice.

The doctor stopped for a second, thinking, and then turned back to Remi. “Do you speak German by any chance?” he asked.

Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Remi hesitated before responding. Despite having learned the language from her nanny since she was a toddler until high school, she decided against admitting it upon seeing the doctor's peculiar expression.

“No, but I speak French,” she replied.

“Never mind, I just thought... because of your last name, Hansen,” he mumbled, stepping out of the room, and pulling the curtain closed behind him.

That was strange. Why did he ask me if I speak German? Perhaps he doesn’t want me to know what they’re talking about in the next cubicle. Remi wondered, listening to the conversation coming from behind the curtain.

“Are you sure you want it done this way?” Dr. Schwarz asked, speaking in German, and continued. “Don’t worry, the girl in that bed doesn’t understand the language.”

Remi heard a boy's and an older-sounding man’s voices answering, “Yes, we definitely want the treatment.” And the older voice continued. “My son is sixteen, and with cystic fibrosis and rare blood type, finding a cure or donor is close to impossible. He might have a year left. But with your treatment, he could live a full, healthy life.”

She heard the doctor’s sigh, as he said, “I want to make sure you understand what will happen after the treatment.”

Konrad assured the doctor, “We thought it over very carefully what you said, and I fully understand the benefits. And...” he hesitated. “And I accept the obligation that comes with your treatment as well.”

“We took the necessary precautions as you instructed, and his handler will arrive tomorrow to discuss more details with us. Everything is ready,” The older man said.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute,” the doctor replied.

Remi wondered what that treatment was. Poor Konrad. He’s my age and it sounds like he doesn’t have long to live. That’s terrible. Remi though, feeling so much empathy for the boy. But why didn’t the doctor say medication or something specific? He repeated the German word behandlung, which means treatment. And because we’re in the hospital it must be medical treatment.

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The Guest of Honor

 A short story by E.V. Emmons

A tale of two families: One family’s halcyon life is tragically disrupted, while another plans the perfect Halloween party. Evil is a point of view.

Life on a farm is hard and if not for family, it would be lonely too. We cherished life in the fields, breathing in the rich, loamy smell of the tilled and mounded earth. We celebrated the sun and rain alike because we understood that both nourished the land, and what was good for the soil was good for us.

Months in the sun had turned our skin leathery, but we wore it proudly as a mark of devotion to the fields. At night, we were content to sit under the moon and soak up the warm ambiance from the porch lights.

Some nights, the sky would rain stars, and we’d sit and marvel at the celestial light show. The cricket songs lulled us into an easy rest until sunup when we’d do it all again.

One day, we noticed that the warm summer air had cooled, and turned the maple trees flanking the lane from green to shades of gold and red. In the orchard, the apples were ripe and round and shone like rubies. The animals feasted at their troughs, munching the dried corn. Abundance surrounded us, and we were thankful. All that remained was to relax and celebrate autumn and the coming winter, or so we thought. We had no way of knowing the horrors that lay ahead.

They came just before dark. One by one, with knives digging into our skin, they plucked us from our beds. Large, powerful hands crushed to our faces kept us silent. We squirmed and fought, hoping to get free of their vice-like arms.

Father, with his thick and burly body, wriggled loose. 

“Get ‘im, boys!” One man hollered. “Show that fool who’s boss.” 

In seconds, they had Father pinned to the driveway, the pea gravel crushed into his cheek. Jeering and laughing, the three men took turns at his belly and sides with their steel-toed boots, and when that weren’t enough to keep Father still, a crushing blow to the head stilled him forever. Pale, hard crumbs and guts oozed from the ruined flesh amid a rising fog of limestone dust. 

“Load ‘em up. Let’s get outta here,” one of them barked.

The thick burlap bags they shoved over us kept us paralyzed as they slung us into the back of the heavy-duty farm truck. They slammed the creaky gate shut and bolted it tight. Darkness smothered the truck bed, which smelled like rotten beets, manure, and cabbage. 

Mother lay slumped atop a thin bed of straw, her body shaking under the burlap. After gathering the small ones close, we huddled beside her, hoping that somehow, we’d be of comfort to each other.

My insides quaked. With Father murdered and left behind to rot in the sun, what would become of us? He deserved so much more than to be brutalized and left for dead. He would never know a proper burial, a return to the earth he so loved. Visions of crows picking at his corpse and tugging at his entrails haunted me in the darkness.

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Demon Child

 A story from the What If? #4 Anthology

Lucas couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. His sister’s once gentle and curious nature had been replaced with outbursts of rage and violence.

The Cunninghams had been blessed with a new addition to their family: a little girl they named Rebecca. She was a small bundle of wonder with inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of an old soul.

As the Cunninghams gazed down at the sleeping baby, their hearts overflowed with love. They marveled at how perfect she was, with delicate features and soft, downy hair. Just looking at her brought a sense of peace and joy that they had never experienced before. As they watched her sleep, they knew that their love for her would only continue to grow with each passing day.

From the moment she was born, every member of the Cunningham clan was captivated by her, but none more so than her older brother, Lucas. Lucas was only six years old, but he took his role as a big brother seriously. He watched over little Rebecca with unwavering dedication, always eager to lend a hand or a comforting hug. In his young mind, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep his little sister safe and happy.

As Rebecca grew, her bond with Lucas only strengthened. They shared a room, and every night before bed, Lucas would read Rebecca her favorite stories until she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

It was evident that Rebecca and Lucas shared an unbreakable bond that transcended time and space. They were more than siblings – they were kindred spirits who were meant to be together.

Lucas, as big brother, was always eager to teach Rebecca new things and protect her from any harm. When she took her first steps, he was there to cheer her on and catch her when she fell. When she started preschool, he stayed with her every day until she felt comfortable enough to make friends of her own.

And through it all, Rebecca looked up to Lucas with admiration and adoration. To her, he was the bravest and most caring person in the world. She knew that no matter what happened, Lucas would always be there for her.

Their parents watched with pride as their children’s bond continued to grow. They were grateful for the beautiful relationship between their children and tried their best to foster it in any way they could.

But as much as they loved each other, like most siblings, Rebecca and Lucas had their fair share of arguments and disagreements. However, no matter how upset they got with each other, they never stayed mad at each other for long. Because, at the end of the day, they knew that their love for each other was greater than any argument or difference of opinion. They may have been different in many ways – Rebecca outgoing and adventurous while Lucas quiet and reserved – but overall, there was a perfect balance between them.

As years went by, Rebecca grew into a strong-willed child with a passion for learning and exploring. And through it all, Lucas remained her constant companion and protector.

But something happened on the eve of Rebecca’s tenth birthday. Lucas was suddenly awakened by a loud noise that shook him to his core. His heart raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He jumped out of bed and ran to his sister’s room and panic set in when he realized that the window had blown open and the shutters were violently slamming against the walls.

He ran toward the window and struggled against the force of the wind to close it; his heart was pounding in his chest. As he managed to shut the window, he turned to see if Rebecca was okay. His eyes darted around the room frantically until they landed on Rebecca’s bed. Relief washed over him as he saw her sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Just as he was about to go back to his room, he saw Rebecca sit up with her eyes still closed. She started murmuring nonsensical words under her breath. Lucas couldn’t understand what she was saying, but it sounded like a language he had never heard before.

He watched in astonishment as a faint glow appeared around Rebecca, casting an ethereal light across the room. The wind outside seemed to intensify as if responding to Rebecca’s words.

Suddenly, without warning, every object in the room began to levitate – books, toys, even furniture. Lucas’s eyes widened in shock as he watched everything floating around Rebecca’s bed. Before he could even process what was happening, everything came crashing down with a loud thud as Rebecca slumped back onto her pillow.

Lucas stood frozen for a moment before rushing over to check on his sister. He shook her gently, but she didn’t stir. Because her face and body seemed relaxed and her breathing even, Lucas retreated to the corner and sat in a chair, staring at Rebecca until sleep claimed him.

The next morning, Lucas woke up with a feeling of unease in his stomach. He turned to look at Rebecca, hoping that last night’s events were just a dream. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, he knew something was wrong. Her once warm brown eyes were now a piercing blue, almost crystal-like in their clarity. It felt like a stranger was looking back at him, cold and unfamiliar.

Lucas recoiled in shock and fear, his heart racing as he scrambled out of the room. He ran toward his parents’ room, frantically knocking on the door. “Dad, Mom! Wake up! Something’s wrong with Rebecca!” he shouted, his voice shaky and panicked.

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What If?

 What If? Anthology Series

When a collective of talented authors merge their literary skills and unleash their imaginations, a series is born to delight readers who crave thought-provoking stories and aren't afraid to ask the question, "What if?"

With each turn of the page, readers are transported to fantastic worlds where anything is possible, and every twist and turn leaves them eagerly anticipating what will happen next.

This collaboration of creative minds brings to life a captivating journey for those who dare to question the boundaries of reality and embrace the possibilities of the unknown. Each story is a treasure trove of imagination and creativity, showcasing the authors' diverse voices and talents.

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The stories in the book:

Lost in the Woods by Erika M Szabo

A young police officer enters the woods to find a missing woman, but it takes all her mental strength to deal with what she finds.

She Waits by Lorraine Carey

During a class field trip to a historical site in the Caribbean, a curious student encounters a lonely ghost who does not want her to leave.

The Treasures of Grandma’s Attic by Erika M Szabo

Sixteenth birthdays are special, but something they find in Grandma’s attic will make sure they’ll never forget this party.

Church of the Sentient System Ascendant by R.A, “Doc” Correa

A civil servant who is deeply devoted to his faith. By accident, he learns the truth about his religion, and the malevolent A.I. behind it.

Genie in the Sporran by Erika M Szabo

A device cloaked as an everyday item makes all your wishes come true. But Blair and Rhona find out the hard way that everything has a price.

I Scarecrow by Alan Zacher

A troubled man is cursed by a gypsy woman, and the scarecrow he built makes his wishes come true. All is good, but he might get more than he bargained for.

Don’t Look Out the Window by S.S. Bazinet

Growing up in a house with a cursed window, Hank has to find the courage to look out its glass panes, even if it kills him.

The Spirit of The Rattlesnake by S. M. Revolinski

In the spring of 1889, civilization with railroads and cattle ranches moved into Wyoming. However, the Indian Spirit was not finished. Into this, Alice Potter begins her trek.

Will You Wait for Me? By Erika M Szabo and Lorraine Carey

Fate gave her one year of happy marriage, but although losing her husband and unborn child devastated Gladys, she'd find a way to live a full life. Will they meet again?

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The stories in the book:

Mysteries of the Wetland by Erika M Szabo and Lorraine Carey

Join Ava Jenson on vacation in her grandmother’s old country when all mysterious events are connected to an ancient legend about a cursed church bell.

The Zanna by David W. Thompson

A potential stepmother and stepdaughter seek common ground at the family's rustic retreat. Will the past return to haunt them? Only Zanna knows...

Forbidden Love by Erika M Szabo

They knew their love was forbidden, but they couldn't help the way they felt. Their love for each other was too strong to ignore.

A Well-kept Home by Toi Thomas

Everyone knows how special the Fields Family Farm is. Some say it’s haunted. Some say it’s enchanted. But only those who dare to stay the night really know.

Don’t Whistle Back by Erika M Szabo

Milena visits her grandfather in Mexico and wonders why he has a rope with seven knots tied to the door. She finds out soon enough!

J.A.C.K.S. by R. A. “Doc” Correa.

What is a human? According to the cybernetically enhanced officers of the U. S. Army’s Joint Advanced Combat Knowledge System program, they are the only real humans.

She Decided to Be a Vampire by Erika M Szabo

Every kid in town knew that old Mrs. Robbins was a vampire. What they didn’t know and are about to find out, will change their lives forever.

T’is Was The Night by Alan Zacher

This Christmas tale is about a family coming to “terms” with the alleged existence of Mo-Mo, aka, “The Missouri Monster”; aka, their own Bigfoot.

W.I.DG.E.T.S. by R. A. “Doc” Correa

The U. S. Army pursues the technologies “improving” Soldier-Machine Interface for Future Combat Systems. What are the consequences for humans?

The Unlucky Number Four by Erika M Szabo

In China, the number four sounds like the word death, making the number highly unlucky. Hua is the fourth child in her family.

Push by David W. Thompson

Leona is a missing mother and Sergeant James is on the hunt. When family secrets are revealed, he must find her, or it will be the cadaver dog's turn.

Bravery Has a Price by Erika M Szabo and Lorraine Carey

After boasting to her twin brothers that she is braver than they are, Emma immediately regrets it. Is proving her courage worth the price she must pay?

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The stories in the book:

Midnight Murder by Erika M Szabo

Emma’s trust in her psychic abilities solidified and she learned an important lesson about blind trust – even in those who she thought were closest to her.

Unexpected Trip by Lorraine Carey

A teacher faints at an Egyptian exhibit and has a vivid dream in Pompeii during the volcanic eruption. Was it a dream or did she travel through time?

Thy Sister’s Blood by David W. Thompson

Friends on a haunted creek uncover ancient relations. Magic and mystery drive this journey of self-discovery with the enduring power of family.

The Ominous Sound of Stiletto Heels by Erika M Szabo

The sound of Madame Chloe’s red stiletto heels in the hallways would quiet the students and teachers. When she walked by, an icy chill filled the air.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by Shebat Legion

A Siren demonstrates her full vocal range, much to the dismay of a man caught in a trap of his own design.

Shadowman by Erika M Szabo

Their ultimate goal is a brighter future for all humanity. A world free of destruction and chaos.

Careful What You Wish For by David W. Thompson

At last, Victor finds his dream girl! But is it a match made in heaven or a far darker place? Love conquers all... or the dream becomes a nightmare.

Happily Ever After, and After by Shebat Legion

A woman revisits memories that are all too real, or are they? What makes a memory real?

I Love You Forever by Martha Perez

Can their love endure? Nicole, battling cancer, finds hope with Noah. Will they overcome life's challenges and keep their vow to love forever?

Jimmy’s Clown by David W. Thompson

Brothers stick together, and childhood pranks are soon forgotten. But old grudges can fade slowly or swell with age like the nose of a clown.

Eye of the Jaguar by Robert Allen Lupton

An explorer falls onto an altar stone. He wakes to an ancient nightmare of Mayan jaguar worship. Can he save his humanity and return to modern times?

Unsung Heroes y Erika M Szabo

If people knew what the biker gang did and were not expecting any reward or recognition, these unsung heroes would be celebrated by many.

The Prodigal Daughter by R.A. “Doc” Correa

Cassandra Lynn Anderson, a haunted young woman, learns the terrifying truth of her origin.

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The stories in the book:

Burdens of Immortality by Erika M Szabo

She didn’t want to live for centuries. All she wanted was one happy life.

The Guest of Honor by E.V. Emmons

A tale of two families: One family’s halcyon life is tragically disrupted, while another plans the perfect Halloween party. Evil is a point of view.

Bitten by R.A. “Doc” Correa

In the days of the Roman Empire, a French peasant and thief learns the true horror of what it means to be bitten.

The Doll That Had It All by Lorraine Carey

A woman finds a spell to restore her youth but awakens a dark force. She must pay the price for meddling with magic. What is she willing to sacrifice?

Demon Child by Erika M Szabo

Lucas couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. His sister’s once gentle and curious nature had been replaced with outbursts of rage and violence.

Area Code 666 by James Harper

Steve Hyatt’s job, chauffeuring mentally challenged clients to voting booths to swing elections, gets complicated when he receives phone calls from somewhere that should not exist.

Haunting Memories by Erika M Szabo

Spraining his ankle on a stormy night when an oddly familiar stranger helps him home, John’s mind is flooded with long-forgotten memories.

He Watches by David W. Thompson

An ancient creature and an ancient love meet newlyweds John and Evelyn Barrow. Can their love survive Halloween’s heartbreak and a promised destiny?

The Last Resort by Shebat Legion

A grieving woman meets a mysterious stranger and learns a valuable lesson.

An Elder Race by Karen Over

In the mists and moonlight of Halloween, be careful who you mess with. That kid you called a liar just might be telling the truth.

Organs for Sale by Erika M Szabo

After discovering that the Witch’s One Stop Shop is selling organs, a group of kids are struck with fear. In response, Jack decides to become a vegetarian.

Fallen Angel by Martha Perez

Isabella is a fallen angel, paying for her mistakes in hell under the watchful eye of Satan enduring constant torment from creatures and critters. Will she survive?

The Pumpkin’s Curse by Martha Perez

A spine-chilling, suspenseful thriller. Scarlett and Mom have nowhere to hide from the pumpkin’s curse; they’re desperate to stay alive.

Master Brahm’s Studio by Shebat Legion

A master seeks to teach his students valuable lessons, but in the end, who will be the master?

Broomsticks and Chocolate

Trick-or-treating, a Halloween tradition, works because its unspoken rules are rigorously observed. If those rules are violated, who’s better to defend Halloween traditions than real witches?

Late Delivery by Erika M Szabo

It’s All Hollow’s Eve, but an inconsiderate last-minute pizza order must be delivered, and Memy Yagen’s legend becomes a chilling reality.

Headless by Karen Over

When it's Halloween along Foxfire Creek, you'd best not roll your eyes about the local haunt. Especially when you're messing with one of Miz Flora's girls.

Fall Market by Victoria Adams

Elenore lives a life in the shadows, hiding from a haunting past. Then one sunny fall day she is seen. 

Unbroken Curse

https://books2read.com/Unbroken-Curse-by-Erika-M-Szabo

This really made my day!

Merry Christmas

Wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

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Restless Heart

 New Release

Preorder: https://books2read.com/u/b5X7A7

Born in a brothel in Paris in the early 1700s, Madeleine's future had been decided by her courtesan mother and Madame Claudine. Her innocence at age fourteen would be sold to the highest bidder. She’d be treated as a usable and disposable toy to fulfill her patron’s every perverted desire until he tires of her. Then she’d become a courtesan to entertain anyone who visits the brothel.

Madeleine dreams of a better future. She runs away and finds temporary refuge in a convent, but she doesn’t have too many options when she turns eighteen. Either going back to the brothel, becoming a servant with an uncertain future, living her life as a nun, or becoming a filles à la cassette, one of the King’s Casket Girls, since no reputable man would marry her in France with nothing to her name. To escape her gloomy future, she sails to the New World with hopes for a better life.

What will her future hold? Will she find happiness?

Hophop's Alphabet Tree

 New book by Erika M Szabo

A fun, rhyming picture book for children 2-7

Available in eBook and paperback:

https://books2read.com/Hophops-Alphabet-Tree-by-Erika-M-Szabo

A fun, rhyming picture book for children 2-7
Hophop, the little bunny, is sad because he can't read his book.
"Did you like the book?" Ollie asked Hophop.
"I never learned to read." He sadly sobbed. 
"Oh, my. I will teach you!" Ollie sighed and replied.
"Can you really?" Hophop’s smile was bright and wide.
Ollie, the wise owl, shows him the entire alphabet and teaches him to read the fun way.
Armadillos can roll into a tight ball.
Bears eat lots of berries in the fall.
Cats have fun playing hide and seek games.

Dragons blow steam and sneeze hot flames.

CONTINUE READING:

https://books2read.com/Hophops-Alphabet-Tree-by-Erika-M-Szabo

Books by the Author:

The Ghost Cat

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We lived in a city apartment, and the time of planning, packing, job searching, and organizing the move to a country house was stressful for everyone. Months before moving day, my young daughter had overheard our conversations and sensed the tension.

We wanted to ease her anxiety, and because she’d been begging to have a cat, we adopted a silver-haired Main Coon. His name was Sir Lancelot on the adaption papers. It took quite a few days before the cat got used to his new home, but eventually, he wandered out of his safe place, that being my daughter’s closet, and discovered every room in the apartment. The shy, timid cat quickly turned into a playful, happy playmate, chasing mice made out of rabbit fur all over the apartment. A few weeks later, when he seemed to be feeling safe with all of us, we took him for his checkup.

CONTINUE READING the ghost story by Erika M Szabo, member of The Author Gang 

Superstitions

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Stevie Wonder had a hit song back in the early seventies called Superstition and it was a huge hit!

A few of the lyrics included:

When you believe in things you don’t understand

Then you suffer

Superstition ain’t the way.

Well, it may not be the way for most folks, but many still are superstitious and have superstitions which they may have inherited from their ancestors or a certain culture.

READ THE POST by Lorraine Carey, member of #TheAutorGang