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A glimpse into the world proves that horror is nothing other than reality. ~ Alfred Hitchcock

Here at Tell-Tale Press, we hope to entertain you with quality stories from talented writers around the world. Some stories may include graphic violence, erotica, or both. They have been indicated as such before the story begins. Thank you for joining us, and happy reading!

Creatures - Short Story 1 - And She Will Rise Again by Eric J. Guignard

This story was first published in Enter At Your Own Risk: The End is the Beginning (edited by Dr. Alex Scully) from Firbolg Publishing, 2014.

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Like a nesting jay, the Skyline Hut was sheltered in the tender confines of the Blue Ridge Mountains’ motherly bosom. It was a hiking lodge, perched high along the Appalachian Trail, and for six months of every year was tended by a caretaker during her open-season. Jim Knowles had been that caretaker for fifteen years, and during those shifts he never went a day without admiring the lush reaches of the Mountains and surrounding Shenandoah National Park.

Jim explored the land when free of duties, pushing through thick elderberry plants, smelling sweet rosebud, and gazing upon the rich beauty of sugar maple and tulip trees. He knew well the great arching arrangement of nature’s intent, as he observed the spring foliage grow thick to bloom, then wither away with the migrating cold, before reincarnating again the following year. His memory was a sl…

Creatures - Short Story 2 - Night of the Howler by Jason McCuiston

The April night was alive with the call of crickets and tree frogs, and thick with the scent of honeysuckle and pine. It was star-filled nights like this, clear and warm with a sweet breeze, that Alex McCampbell didn’t mind working the graveyard shift; especially when he knew his pals Joe and Glenn were working security out at the construction site. There wasn’t much happening between Evensville and Spring City, so Alex pointed the county cruiser onto Highway 68 and headed to where they were building the dam on Watt Island. It was two years since TVA had come in and changed everything; buying up a lot of land, relocating folks, and even moving cemeteries — seventeen of them, or so he’d heard.

Alex wondered if the Army Corps of Engineers had found them all. Rural Rhea County was full of old plots of land, owned by families who’d been there since before the Civil War, and it had been a common practice back in the olden days to bury folks where they had lived. Alex lit a Chesterfield and …

Creatures - Short Story 3 - A Good Barter by Danielle Davis

We three is all what’s left of our original band of five. Jeremy took care of the bodies when his brother and Artie checked out, back near Edinburg. Poor blokes—gave us everything they had, they did. So me, Jeremy, and Frog headed farther north, where they tend not to go on account of it being so cold. Slows the blood too much, says Frog. I’m apt to buy in seeing as how there’s practically none of ‘em up here.

To say it’s a bit lonely’s a mite understatement, though, since we’re all only an eyelash away from killing each other in our sleep most days. Men get that way spending too much time cooped up together. And in our small shelter—out in the woods, away from the cities—we do spend quite a bit of time together. For going on a year we’ve been like this, alone ‘cepting the odd visitor, which is usually travelers just passing through and whatnot. Folks help each other out in these times, giving and taking help where as can get it. We three ekes out a living, surviving mostly on rabbits …