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When Rae broached the idea of visiting an underground sex club, Mark didn't blink. He should have. Because NightWhere is not your usual swingers club. Where it's held on a given night...only those who receive the red invitations know. And the mysterious Watchers who guard the club answer to something far more sinister than the calls of the flesh. Soon Rae is indulging in her lust for pain, moving closer to a threshold of unimaginable evil. And Mark is warned by a beautiful stranger to take his wife away, before it's too late.

Jenn didn't know that the cottage held arcane secrets, mysteries long hidden and best left alone. She didn't realize until it was too late that the old books and Ouija board she found there really do hold great power. And it was only after her friend's headless body was discovered that she knew the legend of the local bogeyman was no mere legend at all. An evil has been unleashed, a terrifying figure previously only spoken of in whispers. But now the whispers will become screams. Beware...the Pumpkin Man.

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Castle House Lodge. A century ago it was an exclusive resort hotel. But for years it's stood empty, a haunting shadow of its former glories. Now, after twenty-five years of rumors and ghost stories, the overgrown grounds are showing signs of being tended. The building itself has been repaired. Castle House has new occupants. What was once a haven for the elite is now a madhouse, a private asylum for pregnant women.

Wes can't get enough of Eardrum Buzz's first CD, Misery Machine. So when he sees an ad in a music magazine calling for fans to join the "Swarm" and promote the band, Wes doesn't hesitate to sign on. At the next pre-show party, Wes meets the band in all their insectoid glory and, convinced by a beautiful goth girl's hot breath on his neck, eats one of their hors d'oeuvres - a strange fried insect. After that, the music crawls inside his skull and the buzzing won't stop.

Midnight. Some call it the witching hour. Others call it the devil’s hour. Here in the graveyard, midnight is a very special time. It is a time when ghostly spirits are at their strongest, when the veil between our world and theirs is at its thinnest. Legend has it, that while most of the world is asleep, the lack of prayers allow the spirits to communicate under the cover of darkness, among the headstones, their whispers rustling in the leaves of the old oak trees. But if you’re here in the graveyard, you can tell yourself it’s just the wind....