Don’t say you haven’t been warned. I dare you to read this compilation of short stories that will assault your imagination.

In Where Did THEY Come From?, the horror stories Sorrel writes are presumably from his mind’s eye. But are they imagined—or real?

In Standard Issue Spirits, everyone has a spirit, but is each one unique? Raimonds decides he is going to find the answer. How he goes about it will shock you.

In Vacation’s End, the Keifers are a typical American family. Why do they then suddenly cut all ties and leave for a vacation?

In A Fatal Thing, otherworldly beings invade Earth. Dr. Gombya takes matters into his own hands to save the world.

In CUT-UP, it is Halloween. Rennis’ mask—is his sliced-up face. That’s not all he cuts up. Has he gone mad, or is there an insidious evil lurking to seduce him?

In SURVIVE, an invisible, odorless, silent predator preys on living tissue, growing more powerful by the second, replicating and spreading on every continent of the globe. Under mandatory quarantine conditions, Ray ventures into the city for something his wife needs—twice. Will he SURVIVE? Will the world SURVIVE?

If you accept this dare, know that when you turn out the light and lay your head on the pillow for the night, these stories will haunt you.

So, go ahead . . . TRY TO SLEEP.

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Try To Sleep by W. G. TUTTLE

Don’t say you haven’t been warned. I dare you to read this compilation of short stories that will assault your imagination.

In Where Did THEY Come From?, the horror stories Sorrel writes are presumably from his mind’s eye. But are they imagined—or real?

In Standard Issue Spirits, everyone has a spirit, but is each one unique? Raimonds decides he is going to find the answer. How he goes about it will shock you.

In Vacation’s End, the Keifers are a typical American family. Why do they then suddenly cut all ties and leave for a vacation?

In A Fatal Thing, otherworldly beings invade Earth. Dr. Gombya takes matters into his own hands to save the world.

In CUT-UP, it is Halloween. Rennis’ mask—is his sliced-up face. That’s not all he cuts up. Has he gone mad, or is there an insidious evil lurking to seduce him?

In SURVIVE, an invisible, odorless, silent predator preys on living tissue, growing more powerful by the second, replicating and spreading on every continent of the globe. Under mandatory quarantine conditions, Ray ventures into the city for something his wife needs—twice. Will he SURVIVE? Will the world SURVIVE?

If you accept this dare, know that when you turn out the light and lay your head on the pillow for the night, these stories will haunt you.

 

So, go ahead . . . TRY TO SLEEP.

Survive by W. G. Tuttle

The world in turmoil.

A city shut-down.

Dejected from not finding what he searched for, Ray stood on a sidewalk in New York City—alone. At least, he thought he was alone. Until he saw a woman across the street, staring at him.

Then, crazed, she ran toward him.

Ray knew she wanted to harm him. And he knew because he lived in a quarantined city, as was the rest of the world. The city that never sleeps now slept-in because no one left their homes. If they did, they risked their lives.

As Ray was, running for his life.

What was so important to bring Ray out into the barren city, when he should be shut-in?

Will he venture out again?

Will he SURVIVE?

Will the world SURVIVE?

Or will the cause of this pandemic, which preys on living things, replicates, and spreads, between all living things, across oceans, invisible to the naked eye, odorless, and silent, out-SURVIVE humanity?

Those Who Long by W. G. Tuttle

Thad E. Hadet spent a lot of time at the Will B. Still Funeral Home in town. He didn’t work there. And those who did were of no relation to him, not even a friend outside of being friendly. Nor was he terminally ill.

So why did Thad show up at the funeral home every single day?

He was making funeral arrangements—his own.

It wasn’t all of the time, but on several occasions, Thad had shown up wearing the suit he was to be buried in. Yes, at age forty-two, he had it all picked out. Every detail of the funeral needed to be perfect. For Thad, there was no better way of passing the time by planning for the big day—while he waited.

But dry runs of lying in the back of the hearse, on the embalming table, and spending the night in his latest choice of casket went beyond planning.

This was a longing.

Was Thad taking this too far?

The dead thought so.

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