The Shadow Dies Loudly But No One Hears Its Cries: The Shadow Codex, #1

By T.L Oberheu

Within this book are 9 chilling tales. 9 pieces of madness about the things that stalk the dark outside, and things that lurk within us. Stories about murder, revenge, insanity, terrors from beyond our world, failure in every facet of life, and reality itself breaking into fragments. This collection descends into madness with the reader: what starts with two serial killers telling the other how they will kill them, ends with a group of college students who enter a place where the fabric of reality does not quite work the way they are used to.  The dark corners of your bedroom...or you mind... will never be the same. 

 

This is the first in the Shadow Codex Series.

 

Are you brave enough to read?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boxhead Books
• Release date: Oct 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393706786

T.L Oberheu

Hello, my name is T.L Oberheu. I graduated from DePaul University In 2016 with a Bachelor's in English, Concentration in Creative Writing. I currently live in the South Suburbs of Chicago. I've been self-publishing books since 2014, and am trying my damn hardest to get picked up by a traditional publisher. My goal is the be thought of as "that author that's like if a modern day H.P Lovecraft smoked DMT"

Book preview

Within this book are 9 chilling tales.

9 pieces of madness about the things that stalk the dark outside, and things that lurk within us.

Stories about murder, revenge, insanity, terrors from beyond our world, failure in every facet of life, and reality itself breaking into fragments.

This collection descends into madness with the reader: what starts with two serial killers telling the other how they will kill them, ends with a group of college students who enter a place where the fabric of reality does not quite work the way they are used to. 

The dark corners of your bedroom

or your mind

will never be the same.

...The Beast He Was.

It was around midnight when the two men were figuring out how they were going to kill the other. The older man took a long drink from his flask and never broke eye contact with the younger man.

You know why I’m here said the older man.

I have no idea what you are talking about said the younger man through a disturbingly large grin.

The older man took another drink. He slouched in his seat casually. He’s done this before.  You recognized me the minute I sat down. It wasn’t that hard to find you, you know? I figured you’d be here.

How so?

Because this is the only subway that you haven’t killed anyone on.

Once again old man, I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about.

The younger man tried to hold back from smiling so much, but it was hard. How can you not smile when you’re having so much fun?

Subtlety is not a gift that you have is it?

Noticing the older man’s badge, the younger man spoke up: Officer....

Detective. The old man interjected quite loudly.

"Detective, you should probably put down the flask and stop saying such strange things, you’ll scare the other passengers.

The Detective looked around the empty train, wondering if this man was just a smart ass or truly insane.

He took another drink.

Cut the shit, you obviously know who I am, and I know who you are, so just spare me the games and let’s talk.

Now what would you like to discuss?

You.

Well I am just flattered, but not interested.

Let’s get one thing straight: I am going to put you down like the beast you are.

That’s not very police-like of you, don’t I get a trial? Read my Miranda Rights?

I know why you killed over two dozen people; I want to hear you say it.

The younger man stared at him for a while, his eyes black and dead, they died a long time ago. The howl of the train and the clicking of the tracks was the only other company he had tonight. He began to realize that this night was only going to end in one of two outcomes. His grin began to shrink.

Who’s going to miss a few rapists, murderers, and thieves? A little spring cleaning for the city doesn’t hurt anyone does it? You of all people should understand. As a matter of fact, I believe a ‘thank you’ is in order.

You are cut from the same cloth, you realize that? No different

"Of course I’m different. I don’t rape or steal from my victims. All I do is cut away at all the filth inside them. I let the blood run out. It’s like sin. I let it out and it flows throughout the subway platform and city streets. It stains clothes. It makes a mess. But while they make it look disgusting in the end, at least they are clean in the only way it really counts.

What in God’s name is wrong with you?

The younger man glared at the Detective, his grin replaced with an almost animalistic look of rage and hate that came from a past long ago buried.

You want to know what’s wrong with me? You ever see a loved one get raped? How about murdered? You ever have your dad beat the shit out of you because you spent his drug money on some fucking pizza, because you haven’t eaten in a day? You ever live through that ‘Detective’? No, you haven’t. You were probably some dumb-shit jock bully whose dad was hard on him because his grades weren’t up to par. You probably joined the force right away so you could impress daddy, or maybe it’s just because you weren’t smart enough to get into a four year college. You’re an aging, alcoholic bully with a complex, you will never understand what’s ‘wrong’ with me.

The Detective just sat there. He took another long drink from his flask and just held eye contact.

You wanna hear a story kid? The older man said, while slightly slurring his speech. Ten years ago there