The Shadows of Insanity

By Boris Lee (D'Monic Boris Lee)

A menagerie of horrors... The Shadows of Insanity, the BEST thriller of 2020 top ten finalists, is a compilation of horror tales told by author, D'Monic Boris Lee (Boris Lee) presents terrifying tales in a design reminiscent of classics like, The Twilight Zone and Tales From The Crypt, with a splattering of early Stephen King influences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boris Lee (D'Monic Boris Lee)
• Release date: Sep 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463618776

Boris Lee (D'Monic Boris Lee)

Boris Lee is an American author, best known for his work in horror fiction and as an entertainment columnist covering music and other arts.Lee began writing while living in New York City, where he wrote about the local Vampyre Culture. His anthology of short horror stories, The Shadows of Insanity, was a Best Thriller Top Ten Finalist. Lee has also had his creations published with HellBound Books, Morbidly Beautiful, and featured on podcast.Lee’s work as a music columnist can be found on Metal Babe Mayhem, where he was honored with a column, Symptom of the Metalverse, and has been featured on web zine sites.Musically Lee is the front Monster for the cover band, Boris & The Horribles, whose music can be found on all streaming services.Currently, Lee is working on a new horror fiction slatted for release in late 2023.

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The Shadows of Insanity

D’ Monic Boris Lee

Copyright © 2018 Boris Lee

All rights reserved.

ISBN:1987795539

ISBN-13:978-1987795530

Thank you for purchasing this book.

This book remains the copyrighted property of the author and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes without the expressed written consent of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. The names and characters are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover art designed by Paranoid Merch and Boris Lee.

As I first prepared this compilation for release, a good friend lay in a coma for a year after the removal of a brain tumor. His recent awakening from the ordeal has proven that the determination of a good being is unstoppable. Justin Hellfire, you are an inspiration to us all.

Ingredients

Her First Words

Random Strangers

The Trick, or... The Treat

Casa Di Pizza

Mr. Reigns

Your Time Has Come

Urban Beast Tamer

Home For The Holidays

After Forever

The Best Date I Ever Had

The Tale of Room 904

Last Night

Coming of Age

This book is for everyone who has survived themselves. For you, the one who struggles with internal emotional battles you don’t share with the world. For you, the one who destroys themselves not in a cry for attention or help, but because you fight to feel worthy of love or success, and believe self-destructive pain is more comforting than the compliment of a friend. For you, the one who gives their heart to making others feel beautiful about their lives while your own smile is just a veil to protect your crying soul. For you, the one who found value in yourself after being told you are worthless. For you, the one who has found beauty in themselves, after believing you were ugly from soul to smile. This book is for all of you.

Introducing...

The Tenor of Terror... Boris Lee.

For a guy who enjoys telling tales, one of the last things I like to do is talk about myself or my works. I prefer to let the characters who thrive within the stories you are about to read, do the talking for me.

Writing is my preferred creative outlet. Literature is what I identify with. It stimulates my imagination.

The purpose of my stories outside of my imagination running amok, is simple… to entertain you, The Reader. I thank you for granting me the opportunity to do just that with this collection of my works.

The forthcoming tales of terror, told truly by the characters who live within them, are a part of my madness. Perhaps all creative beings are gifted with a certain degree of madness. It could be why creative people are misunderstood by the causal life goer. Then again, as I always say, madness is in the mind of the beholder. Let us see what your mind's reactions are to the journey ahead.

Without further adieu I guide you into…

The Shadows of Insanity

Her first words

There are moments in life as a parent you will never forget or want to forget. There are precious, timeless memories that remain for good feelings, smiles and cries. A child’s first steps, first tooth, first day of school or their first date. Case in point, here we have young Lizzie Hood, her average family, who gathered to celebrate Lizzie’s first birthday, and to hear young Lizzie Hood speak.......

Her First Words

I outside today. I like outside. It’s sunny today. Mommy lets me outside on weekends. This special weekend. Mommy says it’s my birfday. I one finger old today. I getting so big, Mommy says. I gots teef, and long, yellow, shiny hair, like my mommy do.

Mommy says my uncle is coming, my grandma and grandpa, my auntie Eve, and her black kitty. I like da kittie. It eats birdies all gone and makes da mean kids from next door go away. Mommy calls doze people doo-doo heads.

I hope my daddy come see me today. I miss my daddy. I not see him in a long time. He run away from me when I was trying to crawl to him once. I not know why. Mommy says it not my fault daddy is a pussy. I not know daddy was a kitty too. Maybe I can pet him?

We have a pool in da grass. Da pool is nice and shiny, wiff toys floating on the top my mommy blowed up wiff her mouf. I made some blowed up toy go POP real loud one time when I blowed my mouf on it. Mommy was mad, not ‘cause of toy

popping, but cause her Jim friend was on it. He got cooked. I didn’t mean to do it. Fire bweath was an accident. Mommy know’d dat. Mommy put me in my room early ‘cause of dat. She said she had to clean up da Jim mess.

I like my room. Mommy decormarated it nice for me. It got a bed made of straw and feathers, wiff real Smokey ‘Bear -hair’ blanky. Den on top of da bed it’s got a dweam catch net. My auntie Eve made dat for me. It got a picture of my daddy in it now ‘cause I dweam of him last night. Den on top of my room got's moons and stars, and on da walls it got’s flowers and little fairy people. Sometimes I look real close to da fairy people and dey look afwaid of me. I tickle one, one time and it go squish on my finger. Tee-hee! Fun to do dat!

Mommy got me in my special chair today. I watching her hang balloons and funny shape papers and cartoon peoples. Like da, M-i-c-k-e-y guy, and Super Girl, Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Hit Girl, Barbie, Groovy Ghoulies, da Wicked Witch, and Bwide of Fwankenstein.

Mommy dressed me in my pink and yellow dress wiff da pretty flowers on it. I got on my shiny-nice black shoes wiff da gold buckle on them, and I holding my teddy. His name is Buttons, ‘cause his eyes are make of buttons.

My mommy is pretty too. She got's yellow shiny hair like I do, pwetty face, big blue eyes, and a happy smile wiff teef showing. Mommy wears glasses to see good, and today she got on her red-hood cape thingy. She wears dat when da Baron is coming over. Da Baron don’t like me. I hurt his wolf doggie one time.

Oh, goodie! Gwandma Lilith and gwandpa Lucifer is here! Dey always brings me a toy and a mousey treat; Mousey treat is yum!

"Hey Mom, Dad. Thanks for coming. Lizzie needs her grandparents at her first birthday. So do I. Mom, will you keep her occupied while I go finish getting the cake ready?"

Of course, honey. Now, did you get a cake big enough for everyone? I know your friend the Baron can eat, and so can my hottie, Lucifer.

Yes, Mom! I got a six foot long, two hundred pound cake. Looks just like Lizzie’s father.

"You didn’t?!"

"I did, Mom. It’s in the walk-in freezer. Should be delicious."

I’ll be ready to get more cake if need be.

"Mom! I got it! Okay?"

Okay, Red. No need to be snippy. Now, I’ve got a nice, fresh, white mousey treat for our birthday girl. Let Grandma see those precious little teeth now, Lizzie. That’s my girl!

Red?

Yeah, Dad?

Good work with the cake and decorations.

Thanks dad.

Did I leave my trident here during my last visit? I can’t find it for the life of me.

No dad. You left it at the ice cream parlor last time you were here and took Lizzie. I saw it when I went there with the Baron. Everything was melting from the heat in there thanks to your trident. I put it in the shed. You need to not forget that thing.

"Damn my forgetfulness to Hell! -All hail and prostration! Thanks Red. You’re a demon."

Love you too, Dad. Hey, would you cook the burgers and dogs while Mom watches Lizzie?

A little flame broiling coming right up!

There go mommy. Gwandpa moved his fingers funny and fire start cooking da BBQ. Gwandma sitting by me, dwinking her owange juice dat she put da funny smelling water into. I chewed up my mousey treat all gone!

Hey, it’s da doo-doo-heads little doggie trying to dig under da fence into our yard again. I not like the doggie. My mommy’s fwiend, da Baron, has a wolf doggie. I no like it. One time I see it trying to hurt my mommy. Baron come to visit and leave at full moon, but he leaves his wolf doggie wiff mommy. Funny dat da wolf doggie was not here when da Baron was here....

When da wolf doggie was here by itself, I hear mommy scweaming. Oh-oh-oh-so deep! Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooo! She sounds like she getting hurt. Den I hear da wolf doggie growling and bweathing hard. Den it was howling. I crawl to see what was making my mommy say, Oh god!- on my face!, and wolf doggie howling real loud. I see mommy, in da naked, face in da couch, on her hands and knees, wiff wolf doggie on top of mommy. It was jumping, maybe sliding, on mommy’s butt.

Den, wolf doggie get off my mommy, and I see its leg snake spit on my mommy’s face.

I not want to see my mommy hurt, so I jump into air and I bite off wolf doggie’s leg snake. Mommy scweam mad at me and da wolf doggie run away yelping. It crash out da big window by da T.V. Mommy was sticky, messy, and mad. I only wanted to help her from da big, bad, wolf doggie.

My uncle Count is here now. He dressed all in black, wiff a big black helmet mask to hide his face, and gloves for his hands. His pants go squeak when he moves, and when he sits down on da couch, his pants fart. Tee-hee! My mommy says doze his leat’er pants. Gwandma say he don’t like da sun, so he dress like dat to go out in da daytime.

Aunt Eve and her kitty is here now, too. Kitty is next to me, letting me pet it on da ear. Auntie Eve’s friend, Adam, is here wiff dem. He has on a leash, like a doggie. Dat silly! Tee-hee! Auntie Eve is talking to Gwandpa by da BBQ.

Hey, Dad, can you look at my broom? It won’t fly over twenty miles, then it craps out on me.

Yes, Eve. I’ll see what I can do for it tonight.

Thanks, Dad. Love you.

Love you too, dear. What do you and Adam want to eat? Burger, dog, or both?

"I’ll have a burger. Adam eats when and what I tell him to, right, Adam?"

Yes, mistress Eve.

Grrr-roar!

Hey! Da kitty run away from me! I sad