Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology
Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology
Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology
Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology
Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology

Night Terrors Vol. 14: Short Horror Stories Anthology

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🗣 Narrated by Johnny Raven and Stephanie Shade

When night falls, a dance of death begins…

A realtor desperately tries to sell a haunted house before it consumes her body and soul. A young couple’s vacation at a campground takes an ominous turn when something menacing lurks nearby. And a haunting melody leads a curious girl to a bittersweet tale of love and loss…

Grab your partner and join the spirits on the dance floor. Scare Street’s latest collection of supernatural horror is a grand ball of fear and nightmares. This sinister collection is bursting with fourteen tales of terror—more than enough to keep you dancing with demons all night long…

The music plays faster and faster. You struggle to keep up, but you can feel your life force ebbing, your flesh withering. Something is feeding upon you, draining your essence. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop moving to this deadly beat.

And once the music ends, the only sounds you hear are your own screams of terror…

This volume features the following stories:

Marshmallow Murderer by Melissa Gibbo
Organ Manipulator by Justin Boote
Camping with the Carnival by Jason E. Maddux
Serenade by Craig Crawford
Sold by Renee Miller
Gram's Garden by J. L. Royce
The Gift that Keeps on Giving by Peter Kelly
The Womb by Edwin Callihan
Eyeless by C. M. Saunders
Dark Home by Simon Lee-Price
The Wooden Box by P. D. Williams
The Limb Farmer by Caleb Stephens
Ouroboros by Melissa Burkley
Crow's Books by Ron Ripley

AUDIO LENGTH 6 hours and 41 minutes
NARRATED BY Johnny Raven and Stephanie Shade




“If Grandma and Grandad catch us, we’ll be in trouble.”


“We’ll sneak downstairs quietly.”


“Grandma caught you last night.”


Scotty had a point. I thought it over. “Okay, we’ll go before. Go to bed, get some sleep. I’ll stay up and when the moon rises over the trees, I’ll wake you and we’ll go. Grandma won’t wake until the violin starts and when I don’t come down, she’ll assume we’re sleeping through it.”


Scotty stared at me through his muss of brown hair, a perturbed look on his face. I don’t know how long we sat there, but I understood it was a test of wills and if I faltered, he’d back out. Spooky stories didn’t scare me, but having Scotty beside me would take away my imagination.


“Fine,” Scotty said. “But when I say it’s time to go, we go.”


“Okay. Thanks. Get some sleep.”


I headed to my room, but instead of going to bed, I propped myself by the window. I watched night take over the farm. The peaceful night sounds lulled me, so I preoccupied my mind with science formulas to prevent sleep from overpowering me. I dozed off more than once and chastised myself each time, shifting to new positions.


I gauged the height of the moon versus the previous night. Judging the time, I decided it was close. I grabbed my hiking shoes but kept to my bare feet as I woke Scotty. It took a lot of shaking but his eyes finally popped open. Carefully, we snuck out and down the stairs.


The real issue meant getting out of the house without waking Grandma.


The bolt proved to be the problem. A head taller than Scotty, I cautiously slid it back, feeling like a cat burglar slipping past security. It took me a long time to quietly slide the bolt and let it dangle before even attempting the door.


Old farmhouse doors are born to make noise and this one tried to rat us out. Easing the door open, I waited for Grandma to appear, little creaks and squawks killing the quiet with each inch. My eyes continually flitted behind me but no one roused.


We finally escaped and closed the door without Grandma appearing. We slipped off across the yard, me now wearing my boots, not daring to talk until we reached the tree line. I looked upward, expecting to hear the violin at any moment.


“What are you waiting for?” Scotty hissed.


Scotty’s eyes darted everywhere. He was already spooked. No breeze accompanied us, and every little movement created sounds. The tree frogs and the crickets partied all around us however, making me feel better. “We’re waiting for the violin. Soon.”


“So, let’s go.”


“The forest is big. We don’t know where he’s at until he starts playing. Just be patient.”


“I don’t like it, Sam. You know we’re going to be tired tomorrow and they’re going to figure out what we were up to.”


“No,” I told him. “We’ll be fine. We can catch up on sleep in the afternoon when Grandma and Grandad take their naps. Relax.”


The streak of the bow across strings sounded, and Scotty jumped. I probably did too. It felt like the beginning of a concert as the violin launched into song. The same tune started—it replayed so many times the night before that I started to anticipate the notes.


I nodded to Scotty and stepped into the woods. The music rose from somewhere off to my right, and I trudged ahead, still not sure why I needed to see this man. The idea of someone being so broken he could only find solace in playing music alone in the heart of the woods brought a sadness upon me. I couldn’t explain it to anyone. Not even to myself.


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