Nail Biting Tales

By kaye terrelonge

A collection of short, old fashion horror stories inviting deadly vampires, mythical creatures, carnivorous nameless things, devious imps and diabolical psychopaths into invading your sleepless nightmares. We invite you to take a peek and read what we have to offer as you make an attempt of making the best of your night for the next scream you may hear could be your own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: kaye terrelonge
• Release date: May 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301369546

kaye terrelonge

I'm basically a Jane of all Trades resulting an arena of many different talents which keeps me quite busy. I write both scripts and shorts as well as sell stock photography. I also travel with my job which allows me both a day occupation and time for my hobbies. What dream job could be better?

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Nail Biting Tales

kaye terrelonge

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Copyright © 2013 kaye terrelonge

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ISBN:†9781301369546

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Book front & back cover

Photo by kaye terrelonge

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 & 6

Sketches by Judith Chin

Chapter 7 A Doll in the Coffin

Sketch by Nicola Cuti

Chapter 8 Old Barn

Photo by kaye terrelonge

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DEDICATION

To my mom, my long-time friend, Nick. and my online Japanese student, Sachiko, and my long lost but now found friend, Dawson Green, in sharing their interests toward my writing and taking the time in reading and editing my short stories. Can’t find a better bunch of people! Love and devotion – priceless, plus the blood, sweat and tears!

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Other stories by

Kaye Terrelonge

Alien Lover

Replica Jenny

The Forgotten Clepsydra

Future Anthology by

Once upon a darkly tale

Non-fiction

Travels with ms kaye, Book One: Dujiangyan, China 2009-2010

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to Nicola Nick Cuti for inspiring me to continue writing after he had requested that I submit a few original sci-fi shorts for his upcoming anthology collection. This prompted me to write my own fictional stories which were just ‘dying’ to be brought to life.

To my Aunt Judith who so graciously sketched pictures for my stories.

Lastly, to my mother who always has faith in everything I do.

Truly, last but not least, my adorning fans, do enjoy the stories!

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CONTENTS

A Sip after Dinner

The Kiss Off

Swept out to Sea

Mr Knucklebones

River Weeds

Sounds of the Ocean

A Doll in the Coffin

The Old Barn

CONTRIBUTORS

Meet the Ghostly Authors

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A Sip after Dinner

{1} Monty would have blamed his parents for his rotten luck; if he knew who they were. They had abandoned him at an orphanage; bare naked in a cardboard box and there wasn't even a note explaining for their abandonment. The orphanage's janitor was the first to find him, then later started feeding the chunky baby Spam and noticed that the infant ate without a complaint.

This humored the janitor so much that he immediately remembered a famous British sitcom sextuplet singing ridiculously the word Spam which brought forth the name Monty. Imagine, his name was inspired by him eating ground assortment pig unwanted parts.

Life in the orphanage was extreme, a nightmare for short, heavyset Monty. Most eager parents sought for pretty girly dolls and handsome lads; not roly-polies. So, poor Monty was left behind till he was no longer a ward of the state.

Monty desired the finer things in life since he lacked such luxury while growing up. So he tried his luck in money investments and was hired after answering an ad he read in a free classified circulation. The stock sellers were suave as they explained the company’s financial planning of tripling the shareholders' investments within less than a year, which promised the brokers sizeable commissions.

His naivety appreciated the good life and he overly spent whenever possible to make up for lost time. Monty was simply overwhelmed with the extravagant life that he didn't think about saving. Instead, he bankrolled his earnings back into the company believing he'll hit a larger jackpot.

Indeed the firm was making money, but after three months, that's when everything crashed at full speed. The announcement went viral instantaneously. Television, the radio and on the Internet. To the shareholders' shock and Monty's misfortune, the brokerage firm disappeared with everybody's money leaving them either penniless or exceedingly vindictive.

The stock brokers feared for their lives because their assigned shareholders who were particularly high rollers placed prices on their heads. As for pitiful Monty, he was back where he started; just like the day he was found at the orphanage. With his dignity stripped, Monty didn't favor being bent over and reamed dry.

Monty knew he had to get out of town fast. He still had his plane ticket for Mexico; he could go there and hide out till things cooled off. He frantically returned to his former apartment and ran into the bedroom. Then he flung an open suitcase onto the king size bed which landed next to his plane ticket.

He grabbed whatever clothing he found and sloppily tossed them into the suitcase. Once he was satisfied that he packed enough; Monty sat on the suitcase lid to close it. Then he fastened the locks, grabbed both handles and his plane ticket then raced into the living room.

Monty immediately froze in his tracks when he heard a demanding pounding coming from the front door. They have found him already? He raced for the kitchen back door which led into another hallway. He hoped to avoid any unwanted confrontation.

Rather life played a vicious trick and Monty wasn't laughing. He was rudely welcomed by two clean shaven, bald headed, and football-sized wise guys wearing expensive Armani double breasted suits. One guy, with a neatly trimmed goatee, already forced his way in from the front door while the other charged in through the kitchen door.

Goatee chest pushed Monty back into the living room, then henchman two, who wore fashionable dark sunglasses, sandwiched Monty between the both of them. Like two bullies picking on a weakling in a school yard, the two assailants physically taunted Monty by tossing him back and forth like a rag doll.

Finally, Shades kicked the suitcase from Monty's hand. The fasteners popped open and the already wrinkled clothes sprawled all over the floor.

And, Goatee snatched the plane tickets from Monty's other hand then tripped Monty as he tried to escape and he crumbled onto the floor on all fours. He watched in horror as the wise guy ripped the tickets in shredded pieces. Monty crawled toward the falling pile of paper and whimpered like a dog when he tried to piece them together.

The first hired gorilla kicked Monty in the ass; knocking him flat onto his extended gut. Where do you think you're going, you screwy monkey? he laughed boisterously. Monty groveled for the front door, but Shades swiftly blocked his way with neatly press creased pant legs resembling prison bars. Then it was Shades’ turn who teasingly started kicking Monty everywhere which finally bored Goatee.

He finally gave a nod to his partner, and Monty was hoisted onto his feet with one arm curl. You know why we're here, don't you? facial bearded brute sneered, pointing a beefy finger at Monty's sweaty face. Where's Marcello's money?

I guess, I ain't goin' anywhere, Monty joked dryly which got him a short, sharp slap against his plumb cheek. I didn't know the company was gonna nose dive and bail out. I'll get Marcello's money! I swear...

Goatee began provokingly slapping Monty's unshaven face. Well, you better find a rainbow quick because Marcello's tired of waiting! The well-dressed goon studied Monty's poorly fit body; he was dangling if ready for the slaughter.

It won't make any sense in breaking your legs, you'd be useless. Monty slightly sighed in relief, but then got worried when he noticed that the henchman cocked his head signaling the other. However, today's special is a reminder just in case you forget about our visit.

Shades grinned with pleasure when he raised his other arm and formed a tight