The Coming: "When the power dies, flashlights last but for a s...

When Speed opened his eyes again, he was on a hill below a huge silver water tower. Tabatha was sitting on the side of an empty coffin. In the distance, ahead of them was the skyline of a large city. It looked like a city of gold, sitting far off, out in the misty haze of the Atlantic Ocean. Speed adjusted his position and lay at Tabatha’s feet. He was young again. “Tabatha,” he asked, “Where am I?”She smiled at him and said, “Welcome to hell, baby.”He frowned, stood up, and trembling; he leaned over to kiss her. The day darkened and became night. In the distance, two headless women were running toward them. Or was it toward the cliff? Speed wondered. They were blood soaked. Each woman held the remains of their decapitated heads under each of their arms, and each commanded a roaring chainsaw.The closer they got, the louder their hellish screams and fiercer the revs from their chainsaws grew. Right out of the deepest and the darkest of darkness’s in the blackest of black, thought Speed with his heart racing.The moon was full, and the stars were shining brightly through the haze of this night. Speed strained his eyes to see. In the mistiness, there stood another woman, a shapely woman on the cliff’s edge, calling out someone’s name. In each hand, she held a tiny black book, their blood speckled pages flipping in the wind. Looking to her left and right, she called. Staring over the cliff into the darkness below, the sound of her broken and cracked voice revealed her pain and heartache to Speed and Tabatha.“Christine, Emma, Christine,” she called out and stopped calling. “I’m coming, my babies,” she said and leaped over the edge of the cliff, taking the books with her. Into the emptiness below, along with her screams, she flew, and the darkness swallowed her whole.Speed closed his eyes, and Tabatha placed her hand on her mouth. Running past Speed and Tabatha, the two headless women did not stop at the cliff’s end. Like insane swine possessed by a demon of darkness, they ran over the edge. The screams from their decapitated heads and the roar of their chainsaws followed as they fell deep into the blackness of nothing.

About the Author

World travelled, the author Jason John Tyler lives in Tulsa Oklahoma. With many classic spooky tales to tell, Jason John Tyler is the published author of the eerie horror novel, "The Coming" and The Anthology of Dark Poems, "The Little Book of Forgotten Sorrows." as well as the chilling horror tale, "The Bull Grunt and The Emotionless Cry." Jason John Tyler writes whenever the urge, to tell an amazingly story, arises. He is an avid reader and a lover of classic horror and eerie ghost tales. Jason John Tyler's all time favorite authors are: Brian Keene, Stephen King, Robert McCammon, Wilbur Smith, Richard Laymon, Ray Bradbury, John Irving, Ramsey Campbell, James Herbert, Dean Koontz and Bentley Little. When Jason John Tyler is not writing, he is reading while conjuring dark poetry on Midwestern Hills of Green Country.BOOKS CURRENTLY IN PRINT:The Coming by Jason John TylerThe Little Book of Forgotten Sorrows by Jason John TylerThe Bull Grunt and the Emotionless Cry by Jason John TylerFurther information on the author, Jason John Tyler, and his novels, short stories and poetry, is found at all reputable bookstores and booksellers worldwide...

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