We were in the middle of choir practice when my best friend exploded. I found a weeping boy in the woods. but he has no face. The neighbor walked into my garden and then woke up zip-tied in his camper. The world went silent, but my dead phone just lit up to say: "Do not be afraid." From the quiet woods of New England to the end of the world, from serial killers to alien invasions, A HEAPING HANDFUL OF HORROR offers a kaleidoscope of terror.
This collection features tales of cosmic dread, domestic vengeance, and psychological fractures that will leave you questioning your own sanity.
We were in the middle of choir practice when my best friend exploded. I found a weeping boy in the woods. but he has no face. The neighbor walked into my garden and then woke up zip-tied in his camper. The world went silent, but my dead phone just lit up to say: "Do not be afraid." From the quiet woods of New England to the end of the world, from serial killers to alien invasions, A HEAPING HANDFUL OF HORROR offers a kaleidoscope of terror.
This collection features tales of cosmic dread, domestic vengeance, and psychological fractures that will leave you questioning your own sanity.