Unread Vol II: 33 Horror Stories

Unread is back with another spine-chilling volume.This time around, you better watch your back.A mortician hears the songs of the dead, but what does a serial killer's song sound like?A boy finds an ecosystem in his bedside drawers, what he witnesses will leave you speechless.Shrunken heads, bleeding diamond rings, dubbed videotapes, an evil door salesperson, bad product reviews, spaghetti monsters, sock puppets, killer bulges and so much more.- I Found An Ecosystem In My bedside Drawer -A rambunctious commotion awoke me. Screams of terror, the beating of drums, the shouts of anger, the tortured sounds of people dying by the din of sharp metal filled my bedroom. My heart rose into my throat as my dream scattered away. I dived for the drawer and wrenched it open. The figures were at war.- I Play Music To the Dead, Today They Played One Back -I’ve always found dead bodies fun to play with. Ever since I was a kid, it has fascinated me. The way the skin changes colour, and the body deflates like they have emptied. How the eyes always creep open the teeniest bit when you really want them to stay shut. It’s creepy, I know. It was my uncle Tom who gave me this morbid curiosity when he died. I was only twelve. I remember his open casket well. Mum tried to shoo me away from his bloated body and ashen skin, but I saw. She meant well, but from that point on, it was too late. I was hooked.- Don't Take His Pamphlet -“Look, I’m sorry to waste your time, but I don’t believe in God... or the Devil, plus I’m running late and have to get ready for work.” A little white lie didn’t hurt anyone, and this guy was starting to really weird me out.“You belong to him, you know. The devil. And you know you want to carry out your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not bending to the lie of him,” he stabbed a finger to the sky. “For there is no truth in him. The traitor. But your father, the dark lord, when he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies and like him, Scott Randall, you are a liar.”- I Never Had A Thunder Buddy, I Wish I Had -“The storm brings them, Mum. I don’t know why? The temperature drops when I feel the tension in the air. I know it’s them. They always come. It’s only a matter of time now.” Tim cowers, pulling the covers up to his chin. It had been the same for as long as he could remember. With every storm, the pale ones come. Lightning lights the sky outside, purple-white streaks saturating the skyline.

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