Twisted – The shadowy malevolence hidden in the most traumatised of cerebrums. The tightness of a solid knot that pushes the final breath from a doomed hangman. A word used to describe the darker, seedier side of society. The spine-tingling sound of the maniacal laugh from a creepy stranger.
From Andrew Lennon comes Twisted Shorts. Featuring a foreword from the future of horror, Michael Bray, this collection of ten short stories delves into the darker side of society. With four unpublished stories, including Devourer, Slayer and Tears of a Clown, the words within will give you nightmares.
So what do we have? A husband who glimpses his sinister future; a man haunted by his vivid nightmares; homicidal maniacs; creatures from the deep depths of the ocean, and a bullied child who fights back. We also drop in on an auditor on the brink of insanity; a young girl haunted by her dead best friend; a surgeon on a bloody, vengeful mission; a tale of the undead, and a vengeful clown.
Sound familiar? They should, after all these people could be your neighbour, your friend, your mother, your child's teacher, your deliveryman, your gynecologist, or even you - just give it time…
Twisted Shorts – the duration is little but the memory will live long.
This book reguarly enters the top 100 for horror and short story collection on Amazon UK and Amazon USA
I sat in my car, parked on the driveway. I waited, trying to come up with what to say to Tess, because as soon as I walked into the house she would ask me what the doctor had said. I told her I would go to speak to a doctor about my nightmares because we couldn’t go on like this.
For weeks, the dreams had been getting worse, affecting her too. My screams, or crying, in the middle of the night would wake her up, and the both of us got more tired and depressed with each sleepless night. I couldn’t tell her I didn’t go to see the doctor after all. But I had to, so I got out of the car and stood there for a second, staring at the front door. I walked along the path to the house. I felt like throwing up. It shouldn’t have been that much of a big deal.
After standing outside my front door for what was felt like a lifetime, I opened it and walked in. “Tess,” I shouted. “I’m home.”
I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Next to the kettle lay a note.
Gone out with Trish and Debra. Be back late, don’t wait up. Dinner in microwave. Love you. Tess. xx
Great! It gave me until morning to think of something to tell her about the doctors. If I left for work early enough I’d even have until tomorrow night. A lot more relaxed, I opened the microwave to see what dinner would be. Shepherd's pie. My stomach rumbled, but it would take two minutes to heat it. I set the timer and then went to get out of my clothes.
