Editor’s Note: LITTLE TERRORS is a collection of chillingly scary short stories sure to make you shiver in fear!
Little Terrors is a thrilling and fascinating amalgamation of literary genres and intuitive storytelling!
Book Description: A unique, thrilling, and haunting compilation of horror and ghost stories. From the psychotic and sociopathic monologues of Polystyrene Man and Last Words; the eerie tales of The Sleepover and When the Reaper Smiles; to the bitter sentiments of Wipeout and the redemptive misery of Ante Up, Little Terrors offers an eclectic mix of the horror genre.
Those who love Stephen King, Joe Hill, and Clive Baker will love LITTLE TERRORS.
Author’s Inspiration: I’ve always loved to read and write short stories. The first thing I ever had published was a short story and since then (ten years ago) I always find time away from novel writing to pen a few shorts. Writing novels can be a frustrating business, it’s a long and sometimes tedious process, but with short stories you can get the story idea fleshed out quickly and have an end product within a day or two.
From the Book: Extract from “Wipeout” a story about a bitter old woman and her problem neighbour:
As she sat and listened to the song she clenched her jaw and ground her hardened gums.
Frankie, her next door neighbour, was an utter contemptuous bastard. There was no denying it. If the past few nights, and indeed the last ten years, was anything to go by, then this repetitive hippy bullshit wouldn’t let up for another hour. By then she’d be wide awake; her tablets worn off, her day ruined.
She grabbed at the phone, dialled 999.
“The bastard’s at it again,” she told the operator straight away.
The operator sighed. She recognised the voice and the number showing on her screen. “Mrs Henderson, I’ve told you–”
“You’ve told me nothing,” she interrupted aggressively. “I’m sick of this. I’m seventy-fucking-five years old. I shouldn’t have to put up with this shit!”
“Listen, Martha, may I call you Martha?”
“Noyoumayfuckingnot,” she hissed in one breath.
“Mrs Henderson. We’ve sent the police out far too many times, we’ve told you before, this is an issue that you need to resolve with–”
“Fuck you!” Martha spat.
“You heard me.”
She slammed the phone down, muttering obscenities under her breath.
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