The Shadow Sits In The Darkness And Weeps For It Life: The Shadow Codex, #2

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 a very angry man with nothing to lose ends with a group of survivors struggling against what appears to be a horde of gnashing teeth and madness. 

 

The darkness within will come to surface.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boxhead Books
• Release date: Oct 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393620440

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"

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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 a very angry man with nothing to lose ends with a group of survivors struggling against what appears to be a horde of gnashing teeth and madness.

The darkness within will come to surface.

Alex Gregory’s Greatest Sin

Jim sat on the folding chair in the dark basement. The zip-tie binding his hands cut just slightly into his skin, not enough to cause serious physical pain, but enough to make Jim feel weak and worthless for letting such a benign thing occupy his mind.

Suddenly he heard a voice he recognized instantly.

All those muscles, all that success, and a simple piece of plastic stops you from leaving this place.

Wait..Alex? What are you doing here?

My dear cousin, you should know what I’m doing here. Why even ask that question? Think. Think for one fucking second instead of relying on luck, determine why, when you were hunting the Grand Valley Slasher, you are now face to face with your cousin?

"No...it can’t be....you?!"

"Is it that shocking? Is it really that incredible that I made the news? God forbid I actually get noticed, right? A freak like me leaving his parent’s basement and venturing out into the world, what a concept!"

Jim studied the black sheep of his family. Alex..actually looked better than he did in the past. He was thinner, with more of a physique compared to the chubby pre-teen he rememebred.

Why did you kill them?

Why do you care? Always got to be the fucking hero, don’t ya? It wasn’t enough to be bestowed with your natural gifts, you have to just completely run this town don’t you? Why not try to be the goddamn mayor while you’re at it?

"Because I wanted to help, Alex. I wanted to find the Slasher and find a way to help. Is it that incredible that I wanted my world to be a better place"?

"You’re world? Fuck this town, James. That’s the issue. That’s just one of the reasons. You know what’s genuinely funny? Seriously I find this hilarious: I had this big monologue planned. I was going to list my three greatest sins that made me the way I am, but hey I just updated it four. Thank you, you reminded me of the fourth reason I ended up this way. Before I fire this pistol, let me tell you: my fourth sin was never leaving this shithole."

Ya okay, blame everyone else for being a psychopath.

"That’s exactly what I’m doing, James. I never fit in here, and you know that more than anyone. This whole community has done nothing but shit on me since birth. Our family never liked me, our school never helped me, the boys here never wanted me to be a part of their group, the girls never thought anything other than a feeling of ‘ew’ toward me, no job, no college, just nothing. Complete abandonment from the one place I called home. And to cut you off before you say anything, I wanted to leave. But how could I, James? I couldn’t get into any out of state colleges, the school never gave me any opportunity to excel with grades, just giving up on the dumb little werido Alex. My parents never could afford to send me away, no matter how much they wanted to. They never even bought me a car. So I suppose that was my third sin: not having any support system. No one wanted to spend time with me, not even you! When we were kids? You only hungout with me because when things got boring you and all your little buddies would treat me as your punching bag. At yet I still showed up, every day, to escape the role of punching bag at home. Just like how I still tried with every girl in this town, paying for their lunches and coffees, being only that: a source of attention that never led to any actual care reciprocated. Still paying, with the little money from the dead end jobs that never went anywhere because no one boss or co-worker wanted to spend any more time with me than a few months. That was my second sin,