Dark Comedy Horror Fiction

It isn’t just a wrong number. It’s her own. And it’s calling at exactly 3:28 AM. Every night. When Terri Reeves moves to the picturesque town of Pinecrest, she expects quaint shops and quiet streets—not her dead ex-boyfriend knocking on her door or calls from her own phone number in the dead of night. Unbeknownst to Terri, Pinecrest’s charming facade hides an ancient occultic pattern—one traced directly to Terri’s apartment and the middle of the night calls. “Don’t answer,” warns the local parapsychologist. “Don’t engage.” But the calls keep coming… and the texts...

Walsall, once named the fattest town in UK, has a major sewerage problem. Like the arteries of many of its inhabitants, the main sewer is fast becoming blocked. A fatberg of record proportions has formed and finally clogged up the sewer system. But something foul and gluttonous awaits them buried deep in the thick, greasy rank smelling lard.

Locinda has a debt to pay—and the clock is ticking. Desperate to erase her mistakes and financial woes, she signs a contract with a nefarious company, Joyful Coffin & Co. Matchmaking Services, to be a bride in the Afterlife to the highest bidder. Next thing she knows, she’s smuggled underground into the caves where her training coffin awaits. All that’s left to do now is submit to her fate and renounce her past life by dying a nameless nobody.

Just imagine you walk into a cheesy old greasy-spoon diner, the kind that ought to hand out antacid along with a napkin, knife, and fork. You ask the waitress for eggs and bacon, and she brings you a plate with live chicken on it. I mean, feathers and beak and the whole bonanza. Just think about a mix of Kafka and O'Henry and you are somewhere close to the mark.

Steven is a writer, by all accounts of self-proclamation. But no artist can be expected to work under serious pressure, especially not when the pressure consists of his own mother indenting his tender skull with the muzzle of the pistol held in her hand. Suddenly, it's write or die for Steven. He better tap away on that typewriter or expect to be extracted from the land of the living before he's had the opportunity to finish anything he's ever written. Not to mention that his recently departed father lying on the floor beside him should supply enough motivation.

Brightness Falls isn't just the name of the TV show that womanizing man-child Andrew Ware has been painstakingly creating for the last couple years, it's also his hometown. A town that he loves as much as he hates. By request of no one, Andrew returns home to help his sister separate from her husband, only to become sidetracked by a beautiful woman. A few drinks and few compliments later the woman is dead, killed in a tragic oral sex accident. In which Andrew would have lost his own life if it weren’t for the dapperly dressed, antler-headed, human skeleton named Doug.

Eigentlich haben wir nur eine Person gesucht und am Ende drei gefunden. Doch wie soll es jetzt weitergehen? Diese neue Welt ist nicht für jeden gemacht und manche brauchen mehr Schutz als andere.

Haben uns wirklich Zombies gerettet? Abgesehen davon warten noch viele weitere Überraschungen auf mich. Unsere Retter sind nicht irgendjemand, sondern... das sage ich jetzt natürlich nicht! Dazu kommen noch schwierige Entscheidungen, ein paar Todesfälle und ein DVD Abend. Die alltägliche Apokalypse eben.

Wer hätte zu Beginn der Apokalypse damit rechnen können? Zugegeben, ich bin wahnsinnig neugierig auf sie. Doch zuerst muss die Rettung gelingen. Danach heißt es nichts wie weg von hier. Werden wir je wieder in Sicherheit sein?

Weihnachten und unter dem Tannenbaum liegen... nein, ich sage es besser nicht. So schlimm ist es auch gar nicht. Aber klar, so habe ich es mir definitiv niemals vorgestellt: in einem fremden Haus und mit eigentlich mit fremden Leuten, wovon sogar ein paar Zombies sind. Klingt wie aus einem richtig schrägen Film. Zusätzlich wird mein ganzes Weltbild auf den Kopf gestellt. Zombies sind wirklich nicht gleich Zombies. Nicht einmal die, von denen ich es dachte.

What is PJ doing with the man in the box in his basement? The man in the box deserves whatever he gets, and PJ is just the man to give it to him.

Quick, punchy, and unpredictable—the same goes for the novella as it does for its titular protagonist, Chuck Masters. Chuck thought he was the next big gift to cinema, but he has proven himself a raging disappointment to the craft and to his family. Chuck is finally ready to claim his glorious return to the spotlight … in the worst hotel imaginable. Ghosts! Frights! Craft services! Enter the world of the Royal Eugenia Hotel, and watch a Master at work. It might just be his last.

Orchestrated at the highest levels of society, the nation’s food supply has been hijacked and contaminated in the first step of a global plot. George Miles, a scientist, discovers something is wrong and joins grocery delivery driver Dustin Fowler on the trail through a world turning insane: terrorist wristware, inflatable farm equipment, a woman following her dream to become the world’s fattest person and Tolkien-themed Pyramid schemes all stand in their path to save everyone from a monstrous fate.

The housing market is depressed. But not as depressed as anyone who spends a night at 668 Langford Place. The decaying mansion next door - number 666 - will soon see the return of Bog-Muggoth, an ancient, evil demon that makes the Amityville Horror seem like Casper the Friendly Ghost. But Bog-Muggoth isn’t making his haunted house call alone. Other vile gods from beyond time and space will be joining in the festivities to make the world their oyster - and leave it an empty shell.

Detective Chetwyn has a problem. He believes his chief superintendent might be vampire. He believes that mysterious eccentric Freddie Valentine might be one as well, and that he's going to be bumped off by Valentine's Polish hard-man Oneski.

What is it about Las Vegas that attracts people from all walks of life? Could there be a creature of unimaginable power somewhere below the City of Sin? Maybe. And if so, it wouldn't be the only thing to worry about.

Was haben ein Körnerkissen, Schokolade und Aquaman gemeinsam? Sie sind in der Apokalypse überlebenswichtig. Zumindest für Sandy und ihre neuen Gefährten. Nach der Flucht aus Kais Haus müssen sie sich neuen Gefahren stellen und einer Reise, die nur vielleicht an ein Ziel führt.

Sprechende Zombies und ein nerviger Boss halten unsere Hauptfiguren auf Trab. Können sie endlich hinter das Geheimnis der Stadt kommen? Und wo bekommen sie noch mehr Kaffee her? Dazu kommt auch noch ein harter Rückschlag.

The house on Curmudgeon Avenue should be happy now—the nincompoop residents have all met their sorry ends. But they haven't quite left...now that a new family move in, can the house find peace? Or are the ghosts of Curmudgeon Avenue going to interfere with the goings-on, romance, and dramas that new residents bring? Gordon and Zandra Bennett, along with their lovelorn daughter, Krystina, move all the way from London to Curmudgeon Avenue. Zandra has her heart set on renovating the four-story Victorian terrace and hires Harry to rip out the old and bring in the new.

Schöne neue Welt oder doch die Hölle auf Erden? Unsere Gruppe lebt sich langsam ein, aber nicht alles verläuft nach Plan. Auch Dates und gratis Kaffee können einen nicht über die Geheimnisse hinwegsehen lassen. Am Ende zählt nur eins: Zombies sind auch nur Menschen.