Blueridge Dragon Horror Stories Book One

By Leonard Rich

Four tales of horror, four pathways to take. Which is the right pathway to follow?
Beware of the pathways we take, for no one truly knows where the path will take you. Humanity is the artist if life and death. With just a twist of its hand beauty beyond beauty. The mighty grip of the other hand destroys all that you will ever love. We are all life and death rolled up in one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781667191843

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Blueridge Dragon Horror Stories Book One

Written By

                  Leonard Rich

Copyright 2021 by Leonard Rich

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing 2021

ISBN 978-1-6671-9184-3

Blueridge Dragon Publishing

Charlotte, North Carolina 28277

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Contents

Blueridge Dragon Horror Stories Book One

The Squawking Parrot

The Rainy Shortcut

The Prey

Ghost Sitting

The Squawking Parrot

Squawk, squawk! A parrot screeched, flapping its wings frantically in a small golden birdcage. The bird’s cage rested in the kitchen of a high-rise apartment in Manhattan. The cage sat to the left side of the kitchen door, which opened into a living room. A single bedroom was to the right of the living room facing out the kitchen door. The bathroom connected from the kitchen to the bedroom giving easy access without having to go through the living room. The front door to the small high-rise apartment was just on the other side of the living room.

The tile floor of the kitchen was white with blue square designs giving it a checkerboard look. Now, the floor is stained with red liquid slowly spreading into the kitchen. The red liquid once gave life to someone innocent, but not innocent to the one that took her life.

Shut up, dumb bird! Fred yelled, with bitter hatred. His body shook with anger and rage, he had done it, he had done something no one would have ever imagined.

His work was not yet done. The plumb belly, middle-aged man with receding hair rubbed his nose. He could still smell the cologne of another man on her. The sickening aroma burned his nose and lingered in the air from his wife’s body. The perfume smelled expensive, which made him even angrier. He wasn’t a loser, as she called him, but he was a winner in his eyes. The pain tightened even greater in his chest, which felt like a fist squeezing his heart to a tiny pebble. A pain he didn’t want to feel eating away at his soul. She had hurt him deeply, but now he had paid her back. The taste of sweet revenge dripped off the steak knife in his hand. An instrument that will change his life forever, for good or bad Fred didn't care.

Squawk, squawk! The bird said looking out the door of its open cage.

Damn bird can’t even talk. Fred laughed out loud staring at his deceased wife’s parrot. Boy, if you could talk, you could tell a good horror story tonight.

Looking down at his lifeless wife’s body, her beauty, once shining bright as the Sun, now looked like the dark spots on the moon. The blood had begun to spread on the once clean kitchen floor, so he quickly hurried before the mess could spread further, getting under places which would be hard to clean up. Fred quickly grabbed both feet of his wife and began to pull the blood-stained body. The lifeless shell left a red trail behind it across the tile floor. Belinda was a beautiful woman of thirty-five, with long slender legs and an athletic body. Her long auburn hair mingled with her own blood as