The Chill of the Night: Supernatural Thrilling Stories Compilation

By Oscar Watson

The Chill of the Night

Stories to be frightened by

Many things go ‘bump’ in the night. These stories are a gathering of some of the most chilling, thought-provoking and wondrous tales of fright. You’ll want to be cozy and secure when you dive into these depths, for more than just your nerve will be tested… for these are stories meant to drive your spirit to the edge of insanity, and bring you back in time for breakfast!

The secret to the chiller is the stark nature of the truth behind them. It is one thing to be afraid of what might happen. It is even scarier when you know what DID happen. These stories dance along the edge of this reality, beckoning you into a twilit world of mystery and horror.

Pulled from historical reality; drawn from human existence on the edge of personal destiny and established in the heart of a dark, scary place where possibility passes beyond reason. Each of these stories will draw you to the edge of your seat, and each page-flipping scene will suck you nearer to the edge of sanity.

Inside You Will Learn:

·         The Last Mission of the Lost Dutchman

·         How the Howls of the Wolf might Save you from Mortal Danger

·         How the Ghostly Brakeman Saved an Empire

·         The danger of avoiding the Nock-Knocks

·         What Happens When You Forget to Pay the Piper

·         And Much More

These stories will frighten and delight you. As an added bonus, there is a section on how to make your scary story reading even more intense! So be ready to get your ‘Scare’ on, even in broad daylight.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Guava Books
• Release date: Mar 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386671688

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Introduction

The best stories are those that have a basis in truth, or at least, have a credible background that makes them believable.

In The Chill of the Night, a series of stories are presented with just such a background. Some of them are stripped from the headlines while others have a root in historical events that cause the flesh to crawl even to this day.

Imagine, if you will, a sailing vessel doomed to haunt a particular coastline, warning other sailors even as they perish in the black night. A boy who brought his own nightmares to life. And a comedian whose last laugh was from the inside of a comedy club.

These tales and more are found on these pages and offer you the best in late night chills and sheer unbridled terror. Can you endure the nightmare?

One: The Last Mission of the Lost Dutchman

It was two bells on the middle watch when the rigging monkey noted the sail. Given the squall into which the Vindicate was driving, it was actually a wonder he had seen anything at all. Poor weather was a given in the North Atlantic this time of year, and a weather eye among the crew was a blessing. Making matters worse, the squall was kicking up waves six fathoms high, and the driving rain cut visibility to less than half a league. Even so, he did his duty in an exemplary fashioned and called the sighting down to me.

A fair-haired son of the Netherlands, I took berth on a sailing vessel to get for life away from the cold and nearly half-yearly darkness of that land, intending to find a passage to the East Indies, for I had heard of the balmy weather and beautiful damsels of that mysterious land. Far be it from me, though to succeed in such a venture, for I have had a curse placed on me, from which I doubt I will ever escape.

I am Midshipman Second Class Voorhees, and I am retelling this tale, not only for posterity but also to perhaps rid myself of the feeling of foreboding that clings to me even to this day from that one. For surely, death clings to the tatters of it, still reaching from beyond the brine for my very soul.

I had taken a berth on the Vindicate, a steamship of His Majesty’s fleet, shortly after I had arrived in Bermuda. My first post, aboard a Dutch Sloop of the now-famed Bermuda rigging, had been somewhat of a fiasco, with the captain more of a wretch than a leader, and oft we found ourselves on half rations and nearly thirsted to death or on double rum ration and overflowing with cargo, over billed and nearly sunk with cargo.

So it had been on our last mission, and through an indiscretion which I shall keep to myself, I was cast over with a few barrels of salt pork and fresh water, lashed together to create a makeshift raft, only two months before. It seems that the indiscretions of her captain were not as appreciated when perpetrated by an enterprising and somewhat ambitious midshipman. Thank the gods and Davy Jones they did not go in for mutilation; I have heard it said that some crews take hands for those kinds of gaffes.

At any rate, the Vindicate found me adrift on the northern Trades, and brought me aboard, along with the rations and water. As they were a bit shorthanded, and myself an able seaman with a few years before the mast, soon