Twistedly Terrifying Tales from a Twisted Mind 01: Twistedly Terrifying Tales from a Twisted Mind, #1

By Roger Alderman Jr.

Twistedly Terrifying Tales from a Twisted Mind is a collection of southern gothic gore-filled, action-packed fast-paced tales of Horror many of which take place in the small Florida town of Port St. John. In the vein of LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT, TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE, and PARANORMAL ACTIVITY - TWISTEDLY TERRIFYING TALES FROM A TWISTED MIND will leave you exhausted and drained. Brutal and Violent stories that hurtle the reader along at a break-neck pace - one that horror fans should not miss!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roger Alderman Jr.
• Release date: Apr 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781973140962

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Dedication

October, 2018;

I want to dedicate this book to my son Roger Alderman III. My primary reason for this comes from our many discussions about not giving up and always working to improve both himself and his works.

Hard work and dedication will only improve you.

~Roger L. Alderman Jr.

Table of Contents:

Title  Page

The Killer in Me    8 

The Tale of the Sea Donkey  13 

My Paladin    21 

Kitchen most foul...    24 

Friends, until the end...    30 

Late Night Thoughts    39

Bad Day  41

Immature Love    49 

The Immoral Choice    52 

The Congregation: Chapter One  56

Bright Road: Chapter One  75 

Teachers’ Pet    81 

About the Author

Roger Alderman has always been a story teller at

heart. His family lived in numerous cities up and

down the eastern seaboard of the United States of

America. He spent the better part of his teens and

twenties carefully crafting his storytelling style to

best share his unique vision. In his thirties he

finally decided to attend college seeking a

Master’s Degree in Fine Art to better learn the

discipline to advance his storytelling.

Now, in his forties, he has decided to start sharing

the countless tales stored in the deepest recesses

of his creative mind. At this point he has become a

filmmaker and writer. His stories can be found in

print and visual media. 

Roger L. Alderman Jr.

Acknowledgements:

Victoria Alderman, I would like to thank my wife

Victoria for both her support and encouragement

in writing this book.

Roger L. Alderman Sr, my father for his trusting

me enough to create the story he wanted to write,

but never had the time. As he worked very hard to

support his families over the years.

Alexis W. Alderman, my daughter for her

encouragement and love. He energy and drive

have always been an inspiration to me.

Roger l. Alderman Jr, my son for whom I based

the character Lightning upon. My memories of

his growing up helped me to understand the mind

set of a child experiencing the world through open

accepting eyes.

Jeremy D. Alderman, my Brother for whom I

based the character Shadow upon. To understand

him best you must understand his dedication to

family and friends. He makes scarifies most would

never understand.

Helen P. Alderman, my mother for teaching me to

watch before acting, to plan rather than react, and

ultimately to love.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction . Names, characters, 

businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents

are either the products of the author’s imagination

or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to

actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is

purely coincidental.

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The Killer in Me

I’M STANDING IN RAIN outside a house with a wraparound porch and well-manicured lawn. I watch the house concealed a large oak tree. A bright light comes from a window. I approach and peer into the window through a tall bush. Each drop of rain like needles piercing me. I see a teenage girl sits on a couch eating popcorn. The bright light from inside still burns my eyes. I must get out of the rain. 

The porch light is out. I’ll let her know. A great deafening sound assaults my hearing from the room ahead. How loud is that TV? The light from inside still burns like hot coals in my eyes. I knock on the door. She can’t hear that someone is at the front door with the TV booming. I hammer forcefully on the door, and it collapses to the ground with a loud slam. I clutch at the sides