The Horror Story Bundle

By Lance John

The Horror Story Bundle is a collection of two, bone-chilling stories that will keep you up late into the night. Get these two stories at a discounted price, if you are brave enough. In 'The Drive', a man is haunted by his past while driving through South Africa's most haunted stretch of road. In 'The Last Ones', a detective is called in to investigate the strange happenings caught on tape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lance John
• Release date: Aug 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386843498

Lance John

Lance John, is a fiction novelist and short story writer from Durban, South Africa. His stories paint vivid pictures of futuristic adventures, grunge alleyways and heartfelt moments as he writes in the genres of Science Fiction, Thriller, Crime Fiction and Adventure. His writing borders on speculative fiction while showcasing a fair amount of imagination, especially since he creates from the raw possibilities of life. With a background in Mechanical Engineering, his experimental attitude is quenched in the creations of his stories wherever he finds inspiration. His interest in writing started at the age of seven when his mother had to use her library card to allow him access to books of his liking at the local library. It was there that he discovered the powerful effects of words and how it could transport a reader to other lands and other times. He remembers how he and his friends at school enjoyed their free time making up stories on-the-go to entertain themselves, and to see whose story was the most entertaining. It was usually decided by the storyteller that drew the most listeners around him that won. Ever since then, he has been trying to draw in readers with his stories. Join his mailing list: http://eepurl.com/cd64vX

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Table of Contents (Main Book-HSB)

The Drive

The Last Ones

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The Drive

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Lance John

Table of Contents (The Drive-TD)

Chapter 1 TD

Chapter 2 TD

Chapter 3 TD

Chapter 4 TD

Chapter 1

So we're going to do this, aren't we? said Llewellyn Barends as he gripped the steering wheel of his car. He looked into the rear-view mirror and saw how red and small his eyes were.

His grip, tight and steady, was more than enough to control the smooth drive of his Audi S4 sedan. His car’s headlights shone a bluish-white light across the road as it drew back the early morning darkness. He drew a deep breath and stared at the road ahead.

It looks cold out there, he said without real concern about the weather. All he knew was that it was a dark and clear early morning. He saw a few stars in the sky and suddenly felt that all he had done was not enough to replace the loneliness he felt inside.

So lonely, he whispered to himself.

You’re not alone, dad said another voice in the car.

Llewellyn shifted his eyes to the rear-view mirror and smiled. His daughter, Emily, sat in the backseat. She wore a black jacket with a white ballerina tutu underneath and little black shoes. At eight years old, she had more insight into life than her peers, but she still maintained her youthfulness by keeping her little brown teddy bear near her whenever she felt nervous.

I don’t know, Em. I think Peddy has better company than I do right now, said Llewellyn.

Emily smiled and embraced her teddy bear. Look, Peddy is not jealous. See? said Emily as she made the teddy bear dance on her lap.

Llewellyn chuckled and shook his head. He rubbed his face and stared out onto the road and sighed. He checked his GPS and found comfort in the fact that he was going in the right direction. The time on his car’s display panel showed it was fifteen minutes past three in the morning.

There was a moment of silence in the car. Again, he felt the loneliness.

How far until we get to Ma and Pa? asked Emily, breaking the silence while she twiddled with Peddy.

Llewellyn smiled and said, A few more hours. You miss them?

Yes.

Silence again. And then she added, I like driving with you.

Llewellyn fought back the tears in his eyes. He looked to the drink holder behind the gear stick and eyed the small bottle of liquor in it. He grabbed it out of the holder. With expert fingers, he twisted off the cap and took a big sip of the brown liquid. The initial burn of the whiskey going down his throat was quickly forgotten as soon as he felt the familiar, gentle warmth, spreading across his chest and in his stomach. He burped and smelt the alcohol on his breath as he put the bottle back in the holder.

Dad, why do you drink that stuff?

Llewellyn thought for a moment before answering, It’s to give me strength.

He saw how Emily pondered at his reply. And are you strong now?