Nightmares (Paperback)

This is my first short story collection and as such I must tell you that though mostly Horror, it does have extra stories that are fantasy and other things, I'm sure you will not mind. Jack Parkaby and The covered bridge, first appeared in Dark Gothic Resurrected, Sleeping Stones in Twisted Tongues, Platform 239 in Golden Visions, Suffocation in Indigo Rising, and Shimmer in Look What I found Anthology. I'm Jutter Caine, the Horror Cat, also film star Christopher Stewart, Eddie Tse, Glen Withrow, Michael Burns, Philip Vincent, and Kevin King. What do you fear? What do I fear? Yes. What do you fear? Do you fear that something will happen and cigarettes will be outlawed? Malachi, do you fear death? Jack Parkaby. Do you fear Spiders? Shimmer. Welcome to Nightmares, and please enjoy those things that slither in the dark. "We see each other now as if through a glass darkly but soon we shall see face to face."-Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu "The oldest and greatest fear is fear of the unknown."-H.P. Lovecraft "It was a cold November day, walking through the park. You know, it's funny, I remember that with crystal clarity. The cold numbing wind that pierced my coat. The sky, overcast, and dark. The clouds billowed as dismal as grey slate. I even remember how loud the park swings creaked. That loud, high pitched keen that sends shivers down your spine. I think it was when I watched the swings move in the breeze of that deserted park, that I first felt, uneasy. It wasn't anything I could explain you understand. Just a feeling. A sense that something, wasn't right."-Shimmer "A crow sat perched on the power lines, wind sifted through its feathers. All around the sound of the wind caught by leaves. Above the sky darkened, dark clouds churning blood red. Lightning flashed and thunder pealed across the land. The crow's feet moved a little in the flashes. Far below him, the lake lay, a still reflective mirror, showing all, clouds, cable, and crow. At the farthest end fog formed, and rolled over the mirror like a blanket. The crow looked skyward and called to the heavens, as if in answer two bolts of lightning struck the lake. Thunder echoed, and the sky opened up, rain falling in sheets. The crow spread his wings, called once, and flew off into the forest." -The Lake