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CREEPY STORIES TOLD OUT LOUD

by Aaron Vlek

THE MAIDS OF MISKATONIC

COMING THIS FALL Image by Lady Nlmba at DeviantArt There are many legends surrounding the shrouded and enigmatic founding ofthe ancient library at the venerable Miskatonic University in remote Arkham, aplace long known for its arcane scholarship and obscure collection... Continue Reading →

THAT LITTLE JOINT DOWN ON WEST 34TH

OUT NOW! It all started with me playin’ my horn most nights down at Vinnie’s in the Village. It was just up the street from a couple of the bigger joints featuring the likes of Goodman, Basie, and Dorsey, you... Continue Reading →

THE TRANSLATOR

Narration coming this fall I had settled into my rooms at The Essex House and sat before a roaring fire one evening taking stock of things. The Essex was a huge, rambling old pile of many rooms turned out for... Continue Reading →

The Egg with a Thousand Mothers

NOW LIVE Yesugei grunted in his sleep and opened his eyes. He had to piss. Spewing an angry curse into the frosty night air he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore it. It was bitterly cold, it was... Continue Reading →

DEAR COUSIN GAVIN A brand new retelling by Drew Blood for Chilling Tales for Dark Nights

In hill country, strange young Gavin Wilcox comes home to live with his extended family after the local psychiatric facility shuts down. A lightning storm has a peculiar effect on Gavin, leaving him with a taste for the leeches and... Continue Reading →

SOME THOUGHTS ON THE BLIND OWL

The Object             A small slender book lay quietly at rest in my lap. It was deceptive. It could have been asleep, or dead. It might even have been poised to leap from the safety of my body onto the... Continue Reading →

THE CAPTIVE: Being a Brief Sequel to The Accursed Lineage

The place of my odious confinement is a large and ostentatious room in a ponderous dwelling at the center of the ancient seaport town. The intoxicating balm of the sea lays heavy upon me here as everywhere, but I must... Continue Reading →

ANCIENT SALTS Part 2

I tumbled head over heels through empty space with nothing to grab onto in my headlong crash through nothingness. Black as any delirium midnight, the one thing I was sure of was this was the worst flavor of juju a... Continue Reading →

THE RITE OF PARIS

What I was looking for was tied up with a red ribbon under the bed in a bamboo trunk with brass handles and trinkets from a dozen ports of exotic call; all the places the girl and her pals had... Continue Reading →

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