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A gifted outcast uses astral projection to exact spectral vengeance on bullies at her elite boarding school. A young girl exacts revenge with guidance from her talking doll. A daughter makes a final stand against the ghost of her cruel and domineering father. Two teenage best friends in the 1980s explore a mysterious tunnel and end up in a horrific alternate reality version of their town.

J Is for Jack-o’-Lantern, the 10th book in an epic series of 26 horror anthologies. Here, you will find a collection of 13 disturbing stories from some of the most creative independent horror writers on the scene today.

What lives in the gaps between worlds? A different and deadly rain falls.... Who can survive? What happens when a snake oil man comes to town? Sarah Jane Huntington coats the world in darkness in these 13 twisted stories. From ghosts to folklore, hauntings to demonic possession, murder to science fiction, take a trip into dark and frightening places.

There’s a hidden place at the center of all things, a realm of wonder and horror. It exists outside the boundaries of imagination. You’ll need an open mind to reach the place Between Light and Shadow. A woman dreams the future. Strange disappearances spanning decades. Curious invasions and creatures beneath the surface. A man trapped in an unknown dimension. A tourist visiting Earth and someone seeking just a little peace and quiet.

H Is for Hell is the eighth book in an epic series of 26 horror anthologies. In this book, you will find a collection of 13 horrific tales from some of the most talented independent horror writers on the scene today. Each tale brings to life a different vision of Hell, each unlike anything you have heard before. H Is for Hell will take you to the depths of the Underworld, and you may not return unscathed.

They stalk their prey from deep in the menacing shadows, poised and ready to strike at the penultimate moment. Their victims unexpecting, unaware, until they wake in dark rooms, dank basements, or on chilly floors stained with the rotting blood of other hapless victims. The stench fills their nostrils and permeates their pores, the bile rising up in their burning throats. They scream and try to escape, but all attempts are futile. Fear dances like spiders down their spines as they hear ominous footsteps approaching — their eyes spread wide in horror as they realize the end is near.