HORROR
WRITER
Between the ordinary and the everyday exists a hunger. We feel it nibbling at the corners of our sanity when
we are vulnerable. It feeds freely on our unguarded souls. To ignore its existence is to invite its attention.
Proof of its presence is measured by the degree of hairs raised on your body. I write about the darkness. It
visits my dreams. These books I have written contain that darkness. From Darkness and Soul of the
Dragon, happy reading.
we are vulnerable. It feeds freely on our unguarded souls. To ignore its existence is to invite its attention.
Proof of its presence is measured by the degree of hairs raised on your body. I write about the darkness. It
visits my dreams. These books I have written contain that darkness. From Darkness and Soul of the
Dragon, happy reading.
From darkness evil stalks us. Living outside our light,
retreating into darkness, never fully of our world. Only in our
dreams and darkest corners of our existence does it approach
boldly. We glance nervously into the dark pockets of the
hallway after extinguishing the lights, the glow of the bedroom
lamp the only beacon at the end of it. What could possibly reach
out from the darkness to get us? Our imaginations and
nightmares know. Do you?
From Darkness is a story of evil commanding an entrance into
this world. A young woman's battle to stop it-her sister, its
target. From a small dark hole in a wall behind a washer in a
basement, the nightmare emerges. A nightmare that visited this
basement before and the people who live on Orca Island. An
evil deified and forgotten, returning once again from darkness
to devour the light.
EXCERPT
The real estate agent headed down the creaking stairs, aided
with the light pouring in from the open stairway door. Tina
hesitated, watching Mike go out the back porch door and down
the outside steps and around the corner of the house and out of
sight. She could barely see the realtor's back, as his footsteps
kept descending. The smell of earth was strong in the stairway,
as Tina cautiously followed him down.
"Here's the problem. There's a few bulbs burnt out," the
realtor said as he tapped the offending bulbs one by one, where
they hung from the ceiling.
It was an unfinished basement and very deep. She guessed
fourteen feet from floor to rafters. Cobwebs and spider webs
hugged the wooden framed ceiling as she passed their level on
the stairs. She never had liked unfinished basements, they
reminded her of an open grave, big enough to bury a house and
the people in it.
"Stop it," Tina thought.
It was vast and empty, echoing with their gritty footsteps. Like
a tomb not meant to be disturbed.
"Shit! Stop it!" Tina reminded her thoughts.
A beam of light followed the stair steps down with Mike's
footsteps behind it.
retreating into darkness, never fully of our world. Only in our
dreams and darkest corners of our existence does it approach
boldly. We glance nervously into the dark pockets of the
hallway after extinguishing the lights, the glow of the bedroom
lamp the only beacon at the end of it. What could possibly reach
out from the darkness to get us? Our imaginations and
nightmares know. Do you?
From Darkness is a story of evil commanding an entrance into
this world. A young woman's battle to stop it-her sister, its
target. From a small dark hole in a wall behind a washer in a
basement, the nightmare emerges. A nightmare that visited this
basement before and the people who live on Orca Island. An
evil deified and forgotten, returning once again from darkness
to devour the light.
EXCERPT
The real estate agent headed down the creaking stairs, aided
with the light pouring in from the open stairway door. Tina
hesitated, watching Mike go out the back porch door and down
the outside steps and around the corner of the house and out of
sight. She could barely see the realtor's back, as his footsteps
kept descending. The smell of earth was strong in the stairway,
as Tina cautiously followed him down.
"Here's the problem. There's a few bulbs burnt out," the
realtor said as he tapped the offending bulbs one by one, where
they hung from the ceiling.
It was an unfinished basement and very deep. She guessed
fourteen feet from floor to rafters. Cobwebs and spider webs
hugged the wooden framed ceiling as she passed their level on
the stairs. She never had liked unfinished basements, they
reminded her of an open grave, big enough to bury a house and
the people in it.
"Stop it," Tina thought.
It was vast and empty, echoing with their gritty footsteps. Like
a tomb not meant to be disturbed.
"Shit! Stop it!" Tina reminded her thoughts.
A beam of light followed the stair steps down with Mike's
footsteps behind it.
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A dark and stormy night, an atmosphere of fear and dread. Horror.
The tales of nightmares and frightening realms of reality only a turn
of the page away. The fiction of horror, a place our imaginations go
so eagerly, filling our minds with alternative ways of thinking and
feeling. Training for bigger truths to come?
Soul of the Dragon, a story of innocence and evil, puts us inside a
killer's skin as hostage witness to violent acts of murder. Revealing
that this killer never acts alone. Beyond deaths door the dragon
waits for any opening into our world. Needing only a moment's
hesitation at a point just past ones death, when a being is unwilling to
let go of human bonds. The dragon's doorway into our world of the
living. Only the innocent thoughts of a young boy can send it back.
But not before its wrath is wrought.
EXCERPT
The warm scent of fresh manure mingled with the fresh rain blasted
air of the storm that shot through the cracks of the barn. Nervous
shuffling of hooves, bleating and a steady moo told them they were a
welcome presence in this storm. The lightning glowed through the
drafty cracks, the thunder rustling the hay in the bottom of the stalls
by agitated hooves. The flashlight catching one baleful eye of its
bovine owner. They hurried to the back of the barn. A long handled
flashlight standing on its wide beam face reflected Howard's light in
its chrome shiny coat. He handed it to Laura after he had got it
turned on. Its cold ribbed handle felt balanced and ready for her
grip.
The tales of nightmares and frightening realms of reality only a turn
of the page away. The fiction of horror, a place our imaginations go
so eagerly, filling our minds with alternative ways of thinking and
feeling. Training for bigger truths to come?
Soul of the Dragon, a story of innocence and evil, puts us inside a
killer's skin as hostage witness to violent acts of murder. Revealing
that this killer never acts alone. Beyond deaths door the dragon
waits for any opening into our world. Needing only a moment's
hesitation at a point just past ones death, when a being is unwilling to
let go of human bonds. The dragon's doorway into our world of the
living. Only the innocent thoughts of a young boy can send it back.
But not before its wrath is wrought.
EXCERPT
The warm scent of fresh manure mingled with the fresh rain blasted
air of the storm that shot through the cracks of the barn. Nervous
shuffling of hooves, bleating and a steady moo told them they were a
welcome presence in this storm. The lightning glowed through the
drafty cracks, the thunder rustling the hay in the bottom of the stalls
by agitated hooves. The flashlight catching one baleful eye of its
bovine owner. They hurried to the back of the barn. A long handled
flashlight standing on its wide beam face reflected Howard's light in
its chrome shiny coat. He handed it to Laura after he had got it
turned on. Its cold ribbed handle felt balanced and ready for her
grip.
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Pictures: Sunset (home page) was taken from my front yard. The
white dot in the picture is the neighbors gate light.
Pumpkins were taken by my front porch at sundown. I grew them too.
white dot in the picture is the neighbors gate light.
Pumpkins were taken by my front porch at sundown. I grew them too.
Contact Author
horrorspree@karilwade.com
horrorspree@karilwade.com
KARIL WADE
I thank all of you out there who have purchased my books.
Some day, this will lead to a publishing house that can print my
books at a much lower cost and you will already have in your
possession my meager beginnings - Karil Wade
Some day, this will lead to a publishing house that can print my
books at a much lower cost and you will already have in your
possession my meager beginnings - Karil Wade