Six Feet Under (Six Classic Adult Horror Stories)

By Susan Hart

Journey To The Other Side Of Darkness, is about George, a man who had always been strange, so he decided early on to study up on all kinds of the dark arts. When he gets lonely and wants some feminine company he tries his first spell but it doesn’t go quite right. Goblins appear and he doesn’t know how to get rid of them. Someone helps, but there’s a definite price to pay in the end.

Be Careful Who You Conjure Up, is a wry and often funny and erotic fantasy paranormal story about a man who is told to clean out the garbage from under his house. He discovers a whole lot of smelly trash bags and one old book of spells. Because he hasn’t had a woman in a long time he decides to conjure up one. The first time it doesn’t really work out. The second time he gets rid of what appears immediately. He thinks the third time’s a charm but she turns out to be the worst of them all.

A Wolf In Human Clothing is a steamy paranormal short story, and is about what happens when things get out of control in a store dressing room and a man that a woman is about to have intimacy with, changes into something entirely non-human. Customers run off screaming as the werewolf leaps over them and runs out the door. Later, he tells her how it all came about from an encounter with a male werewolf and that he’s trying his best to control the metamorphosis when it does happens. She risks seeing him again to learn just how much control he does have over the process.

Vampires Love Blood & Sex is about a woman who solves a unique problem when she encounters a strange man in a dark alleyway.

Screwed By A Pack Of Werewolves - A woman takes a break before entering college and finds more than she’d ever imagined or wished for when she enters a club full of brooding, sinister, but sexy males.

Ghost In My Bed, is about a woman who wakes up in bed in a strange location, sweating with fever. She sees the outline of a man as he comes closer and then welcomes him to her bed. After they make love, he tells her he’s the ghost of a long-go sea captain and that he will have to leave soon. She falls back to sleep then wakes up in a modern hospital room where she hopes she can get some kind of an answer as to what has happened to her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Feb 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370548903

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Six Feet Under (Six Classic Adult Horror Stories)

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2017 Susan Hart

Journey To The Other Side Of Darkness

Be Careful Who You Conjure Up

A Wolf In Human Clothing

Vampires Love Blood & Sex

Screwed By A Pack Of Werewolves

Ghost In My Bed

Journey To The Other Side Of Darkness

Synopsis: Journey To The Other Side Of Darkness, is about George, a man who had always been strange, so he decided early on to study up on all kinds of the dark arts. When he gets lonely and wants some feminine company he tries his first spell but it doesn’t go quite right. Goblins appear and he doesn’t know how to get rid of them. Someone helps, but there’s a definite price to pay in the end.

George was a strange one even as a young child. He had never known his father. His mother however liked to tell him that he was touched. After she had died and George asked his aunt what she had meant by it, he was told that she probably meant that he was touched by an angel or by the hand of god even.

Even then though it was clear that whatever had touched him was something else entirely. With his beloved mother gone George fell upon a macabre fascination with anything that might suggest the state of things beyond this world. This disturbed anyone who discovered his preoccupation with such things.

He was told so often that he was no good; that he was a wretched and terrible person for exploring such things and that he would suffer for all eternity were he not to cease immediately. George was quick to understand that it was only fear that made them say such hurtful things; fear of things they didn't have the capacity to understand.

George wasn't afraid though. He always embraced the things he didn't know. He lusted for them in a way that so few others ever could.

It was only natural really that George would discover a fascination with the occult. He had come from a long lineage of those who more than dabbled in magic. Of course he would have no way of knowing it until he was a bit older for those who take such things so seriously must always work diligently in concealing such things.

George was quick to learn this. As a boy, the moment he had first demonstrated a keenness for dealing within the realm more mystical he found himself hated and ostracized by his peers. In his boarding school he was beaten by the other students as well as by his teachers until it seemed he had seen the childish folly of his ways and renounced their wickedness.

They were all so easily fooled. George was astounded by how mindless people could be and how they were even encouraged to leave all ambition towards free thought alone. George hid among them easily as he grew, blending into the tapestry of confused and frightened young men unnoticed. When he was alone, though, he practiced and studied his craft, ever sharpening his wits.

George nurtured an understanding of this world and its things beyond, as he became a man. He worked tirelessly and he achieved great knowledge. He succeeded in his other life so easily; the one in which he considered to be pretend; the mere imitation of those around him.

He excelled though through college and was given many hours. When he was old enough he inherited his family's estate, took his degree early and moved into the old home to finally withdraw to what he had longed to do.

George absorbed all he could from the books available but such literature was hard to attain. He had to be coy in sleuthing out the locations of those who would sell such things without becoming too curious. Much of George's magic he had to develop on his own as he went along.

It was a process of trial and error and required constant experimentation.

Of course it was much more than knowledge and power that George lusted after. He was still a man with needs like any other. His lustful cravings grew until they began to make him illogically careless. George knew that he would have to reach out to the other side to have what he wanted so badly and his home would have to be opened to anything that may wish to come across.

With no heed to the dangers he began to expose himself, calling upon all sorts of unsavory characters to attain all the things he would need.

He was unfamiliar with conjuring but George had faith that with enough work and sacrifice that he could in time perfect the magic. He dare not trust his desires to this realm. He knew already that he could have anything he wanted here but that none of it could satisfy his desire. He began to call upon the other world to provide him with exactly what he craved.

George's first attempt was a bitter failure. At midnight he prepared his home for the summoning. The sacred texts he had procured only provided half of what he needed to know. He felt an uneasy nervousness for perhaps the first time in his life as he threw the back doors open wide to the cool night air and dutifully swept the room clean as he chanted the beginnings of the incantation.

He then dragged the heavy stone pedestals into place on either side of the doorway. Upon one he hefted the massive glass jar of white salt dredged from the Dead Sea. Upon the other he placed the little, intricately carved bowl; the top of a human skull, which he had gone through much trouble to buy.

George stood between the pedestals and stared out at the yellow moon. In the distance beneath it he could see the frothy waves rolling gently at the edge of the shore. He grinned into the natural mysticism of the night. George disrobed and let the pale light of the moon wash over his naked body.

He went to the jar of salt and reached in cupping both hands to grab as much as he could. He bent to spread a thin even trail along the floor before the threshold of the doorway. He spoke in a deep tone words that had not been heard in ages as he lined the salt towards the other pedestal. He straightened at let salt slip through his fingers as he raised it to the bowl to deposit what little remained in his hands.

His eyes closed as he spoke the words of the spell and he felt the welcome lightness in his head. The wind outside began to blow.

George grabbed the blade from its place upon the bookshelf nearby and spoke louder as he walked to the center of the line. He raised both hands high overhead as he chanted the strange words. He held the handle of the knife securely with his left hand and wrapped his right around its razor sharp edge.

His loins stirred at the pain. The blood came in a trickle from his grasp and ran down his wrist and over his muscled arm. He smeared his bloody palm across his hard chest and down his chiseled abdomen toward his hard cock. He wrapped his hand around his thick, throbbing dick and stroked it slowly.

The wind whipped up outside and the waves surged against their shore harder. George spoke faster and louder into the wind, almost shouting. The blood