I have a .99 cent horror short. It's on Amazon, B&N and Smashwords. It's a quick read and scary .
EXCERPT:
I’m standing on the edge of darkness. I want to open my eyes, but my tormentors are still here. I cannot hide their voices in my head, but I can try to shut my eyes to the horror of their faces. Round misshapen heads made of tattered flesh, empty sockets that bore into my mind. I can’t stand to look at them, much less hear their ceaseless racket hitting me in waves. God help me, I want them gone.
I claw at my face, my hair, my neck…but this only amuses them. Look at him, they laugh with each other. He is crazy. What are you going to do? Tear open your throat?…Yes…he’s trying…fool… I walk in circles in my room, my gown hung open behind me. I feel like a caged animal. In an effort to ignore the noise in my head, I take inventory of my prison. A bed sits in the center with a small dresser beside it. I am near a wall with one lone, barred window. Bracing myself with my hands, I lean my forehead on its cool surface. This silences the voices for a flash of a moment. But it is only a moment. Joe...here we are Joe…you can’t hide from us…The clamor in my head makes me dizzy, and the yellow walls of my room begin to spin.
EXCERPT:
I’m standing on the edge of darkness. I want to open my eyes, but my tormentors are still here. I cannot hide their voices in my head, but I can try to shut my eyes to the horror of their faces. Round misshapen heads made of tattered flesh, empty sockets that bore into my mind. I can’t stand to look at them, much less hear their ceaseless racket hitting me in waves. God help me, I want them gone.
I claw at my face, my hair, my neck…but this only amuses them. Look at him, they laugh with each other. He is crazy. What are you going to do? Tear open your throat?…Yes…he’s trying…fool… I walk in circles in my room, my gown hung open behind me. I feel like a caged animal. In an effort to ignore the noise in my head, I take inventory of my prison. A bed sits in the center with a small dresser beside it. I am near a wall with one lone, barred window. Bracing myself with my hands, I lean my forehead on its cool surface. This silences the voices for a flash of a moment. But it is only a moment. Joe...here we are Joe…you can’t hide from us…The clamor in my head makes me dizzy, and the yellow walls of my room begin to spin.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Edge-ebook/...