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Mr. Hood's Holiday House has stood for a thousand years, welcoming countless children into its embrace. It is a place of miracles, a blissful round of treats and seasons, where every childhood whim may be satisfied...
There is a price to...
Imagine a place where all your nightmares become real.
Think of dark urban streets where crime, debt and violence are not the only things to fear.
Picture an estate that is a gateway to somewhere else, a realm where ghosts and monsters...
Twenty years ago three young boys staggered out of an old building, tired and dirty yet otherwise unharmed. Missing for a weekend, the boys had no idea of where they’d been. But they all shared the same vague memory of a shadowed woodland grove…...
Ben arrives in the Concrete Grove to research a book about the Northumbrian Poltergeist, an infamous paranormal incident from the early 1970s. A set of twins were haunted by a spirit they nicknamed Captain Clickety, and the media of the time were...
Culann Riordan was a high school English teacher with poor impulse control and a taste for liquor. He fled to Alaska before the state could yank his teaching certificate and possibly toss him in jail. He hires on as a commercial fisherman aboard...
“I’ll see you in Hell” — to most, it’s just a spiteful throwaway line spit from the lips of condemned men into the faces of their executioners before they meet their end. But for these two men, professional killers with a bitter personal...
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A blood-soaked arena and gladiators circling each other for the kill… a scene familiar from many books and movies, except that this isn’t Ancient Rome, and the battle-scarred warriors aren’t quite what you’d expect either. In fact, many...
“We strongly caution viewers that the footage about to be broadcast is of a highly graphic and unsettling nature.”
The blonde anchor glanced nervously off-camera, as if there were a gun pointed at his head, then gazed back into the lens.
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He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was also something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the...