There's something creeping around in the basement. And it has tentacles.
Sam's job as a parking attendant has always been boring. Until now.
A hole straight to hell has opened up and evil lurks in the shadows of the garage. When management fails to help, Sam turns to her friends and coworkers.
But, can a handful of burned out employees save a city? Will Sam discover the secret of the parking garage without getting fired, or will she die trying?
Find out in... Cthulhu's Car Park.
This horror novella contains strong language and some violence. Also, slime. Lots of slime.
The highest sales rank this book has achieved is #54,379 on the Amazon paid store, but this is the English language edition in the Kindle Unlimited program, so a wide release may have very different results. Also, I'm releasing the next book in this series mid-November, which should boost sales. From what I understand, these numbers aren't bad for a first novel in this genre. Please keep in mind, I'm just starting out, with plenty of room for improvement and expansion.
...there were no windows, giving them a claustrophobic air. And worse, the lights were motion activated. This wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that they took a second to register, leaving you in pitch-blackness for longer than Sam was really comfortable, and once they came on, they had a tendency to flicker, like in a low budget slasher movie. Every time she had to go down for a car count or whatever, she found herself imagining the lights coming on, and seeing someone waiting, perfectly still. Today, she was too annoyed at the prospect of cleaning up a puddle of sick to be bothered, and made her way to the supply hold: a closet, closed off with a chain-link fence. She shoved her electronic key into the lock. It chirped merrily.
The fluorescent lights were still flickering when she heard another chirp. It didn't sound electronic. She glanced down behind her and jumped. Mice were not unheard of in the structure. They ate garbage, and nobody cared since they mainly stayed out of sight. But this was not a mouse.
First of all, it was green. Not lizard-green, with scales. This was booger-green and looked like one of those disgusting oozy toys that were popular in the 90’s. The thing had smooth, glistening skin, too many legs and far, far too many eyes. And they all looked up at her. It chirped again though she couldn’t spot any sort of a mouth or nose. “Um, hello,” she said, and immediately felt stupid. But really, she could either talk to the thing, or let panic overtake her, so she said, “Where did you come from?”
It chirped again, which would have been cute if a large, fang-filled mouth hadn't emerged from the slimy thing like an angry suction cup. The chirp lowered in tone as the teeth extended. Before it finished its transformation.
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Already translated.
Translated by Viviane Tavares
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Author review: Very professional, delivered on time! |
