From Nick Roberts, the best-selling author of The Exorcist's House and Anathema, comes fifteen dark tales that are as horrific as they are moving.Witness absolute evil in “Sally Under the Bed” and “It Haunts the Mind.” Endure vengeance and violence in “The Noose” and “The Bitter End.” Face the realities of addiction and grief in “Thanks for Sharing” and “The Weeping Wind.” Survive otherworldly monsters in “The Paperboy” and “Voodoo Bay.”
In balancing the terrors of the supernatural with the horrors of real life, this collection drags you down the dark alleys of a haunted mind, forcing you to confront your demons, both real and imaginary.
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EXCERPT from the WEEPING WIND by Nick Roberts
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Maddie, my older sister, was in the backseat of the car with me. She was nine. Even in the blackness of the winter night, I could see the shiny streaks of her tears in the moonlight. She stared at the back of the empty passenger seat then let her gaze drift to the dark world passing by her window.
Something heavy thumped in the trunk as Daddy turned the steering wheel just in time to avoid driving off the sharp turn. My booster seat rocked at having not been properly secured. He made an agitated grunt and breathed rapidly. The car straightened out just in time for Daddy to whip it around another curve. Such were the roads in the mountains of Fayette County, West Virginia.
I haven’t been back since.
“Don’t worry, girls,” Daddy said through a strained throat. “Your mama is just fine. We’ll go back for her.”
I looked at Maddie for guidance, but she continued staring out the window. I wondered if she even heard Daddy.
“Where is Mommy?” I asked the back of Daddy’s headrest.
Maddie shot me a look that seared my right cheek. I returned her gaze. My stomach got that cold feeling when I saw the wide-eyed look on her face. Daddy snorted deeply, clearing his sinuses like usual. He always told us he had bad allergies.
“Your mama…” Daddy began but seemed to lose his voice.
He snorted again and cleared his throat.
“Your mama stayed at the scenic overlook, baby. I told you that.”
“But it’s so cold, Daddy,” I replied. “Does Mommy have her coat?”
Maddie looked back out the window.
“Of course, she does,” Daddy answered.
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