Dread: Volume 3: Dread, #3
()
About this ebook
A collection of scary stories to darken your nightmares; from stories about the unexplainable horrors to the terrifying tales that make the shadows seem darker. Dread has all you need to send a shiver down your spine. In volume 3, learn the strange tale of the cursed temple, the story of the devious trickster and what dwells in the darkest depths of the ocean. If you have the courage to find out what goes bump in the night, then delve into the dark world of Dread!
Illustrations by Antonia Dewey.
Read more from Matthew Dewey
The Fantasy Writer's Handbook: A Comprehensive Guide for Beginners Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWriting Better Main Characters Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOminous Optimism Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDust: The Complete Trilogy Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related to Dread
Titles in the series (4)
Dread: Volume 1: Dread, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDread: Volume 2: Dread, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDread: Volume 3: Dread, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDread: Volume 4: Dread, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
The Direct Ascension Series Bound Book Two Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNechronicles: Exodus Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMercenary Law Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChoice of the Fallen Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShroud of Roses: A Cornwall and Redfern Mystery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Citizen One (Final Colony 3) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWyld by Nature: Magic*Technology*Faith*Mayhem Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Keeper's Daughter Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Skull Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cursed Rivalry: Book I (Cursed Career Series 1) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Lich's Love: Death Knight, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlamo Gold: Bones Bonebrake Adventures, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMind Games: Wheel of Fire, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsResistance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOutlaw Love Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Spear of Destiny: The Myth Hunter, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJesus & Co. (#1): Beefed Up Balloon Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Wish Too Dark And Kind Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSlingshot: A Will Cochrane Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Soul Calling Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlood of the Imagined Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFugitives of Xen Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe War Terror Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHunting The Horned Bandit Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Portal Slayer: Beneath the Shadows Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTree of Time: Only the Inevitable, #11 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWell of the Damned Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hopeman's Legacy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLiving Legends Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHeretics of Thran: Distant Stars Saga, #0.5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Short Stories For You
Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sex and Erotic: Hard, hot and sexy Short-Stories for Adults Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Short Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sour Candy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Four Past Midnight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Little Birds: Erotica Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Good Man Is Hard To Find And Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Skeleton Crew Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Things They Carried Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lovecraft Country: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Last Breath Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Finn Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Don Quixote Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Five Tuesdays in Winter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5100 Years of the Best American Short Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It Was Just Another Day in America Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBurning Chrome Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas: A Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Nineteen Claws and a Black Bird: Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Dread
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Dread - Matthew Dewey
Tale 1:
Petrified
The church was abandoned before the war began. The priests and their flock fled to safer pastures in the hopes of avoiding the war altogether. However, an ulterior motive fueled the priests. A deep-seated fear of the church kept them from finding peace, despite the holy iconography, the church felt anything but holy. In times so dark, its hidden evil would soon inadvertently be released.
German forces marched throughout Europe, occupying major cities and towns. It was only a matter of time before a convoy spotted a church in the forests surrounding a large town. Its peak stood taller than any of the dying trees as if it were the tip of a spear, blackened by fresh blood. It called to the occupying forces, pushing their captain to send two cars of soldiers.
The captain heard the cars start and leave, but he could not tear his eyes away from the top of the church. Its darkened roof appeared most sinister in the moonlight that spilt over it.
Sir?
a voice pleaded for the fifth time, finally giving up and following their captain’s gaze. Strange...it’s a church, but it’s not marked on any of our maps. You would think people would show pride in such an extraordinary building. I don’t recognise the...
It’s a Metlokah church,
the captain interrupted. An old church, made by...strange, twisted people. Churches like that have power within their walls...
A good power?
Perhaps. It’s...beautiful, is it not?
The officer turned to look at the church, examining it further. He could see how it could be confused for an average church, but there were subtle differences that made him think otherwise. The peak was tall like many others but spiked haphazardly. Details such as this, from the windows to the pillars to the pattern of the shingles, were placed without thought for design. Yet, it was not unprofessionally made.
The soldiers in the cars that stopped outside the church noticed as much. Such care was put into the building and its maintenance. Despite the town being abandoned a week before the soldier’s arrival, the church’s windows were clean, the plants trimmed or cut away to not spoil the image of the building.
Dieter, Klaus, you go around back,
the officer ordered. Weapons ready at all times.
Yes, sir,
Klaus and Dieter saluted before jogging around the building.
Dieter watched the windows, transfixed by the strange symbols that the iron frame created. It was an entirely different language to him, but perhaps they were nothing but imagery. Klaus showed no such care for the building, fearing that resistance might take up in the forest around them. He studied the silhouette of every bush and tree in the time he had.
See anything?
Dieter asked, relaxing as they arrived behind the church.
Klaus, whose anxiety was building with every dark thought, turned to respond but noticed a collection of human figures in the dark. Dieter watched as Klaus fumbled with his rifle, quickly raising it, taking aim and firing at one figure. The gunshot caught their officer’s attention, as well as the other soldiers.
Klaus didn’t calm but was immediately perplexed by the figure. It did not flinch, although he was sure the bullet hit its mark. Dieter raised his rifle and marched towards the figure, relaxing as the closer he got the easier it was to see...
A statue,
Dieter whispered, then snapped to Klaus. Idiot! You should not have fired, you need to make sure it’s hostile, not to mention human!
I-it appeared human when I saw it and was hostile!
Klaus reasoned.
The statue was that of a gargoyle, with a spear in hand, pointed towards Klaus. It was in a charge as if it were to skewer the soldier in one thrust. It was not the only statue, as many stood amongst the trees and bushes, in combat amongst each other, with spears and claws raised. Both Dieter and Klaus could see that, unlike the fearsome grimace that most demons wore, they wore expressions of fear.
The officer and other soldiers arrived seconds later, Dieter explaining what happened to Klaus’s embarrassment. The officer didn’t issue any punishment, feeling nothing but relief at that moment. Rubbing his face, he turned on the spot.
Dieter and Klaus didn’t say anything, but waited for his next order, their minds racing. The two studied their fellow soldiers and saw them shifting from one foot to another, fidgeting with their rifles and pistols. Even going as far as to not so subtly watch the church.
We’re done here, back to the town,
the officer ordered. There’s nobody here.
The church was searched already?
Dieter questioned.
We didn’t search the church. It is obvious that nobody is here.
Dieter could have kept his mouth shut and joined the others as they marched towards the cars. Dieter could have, but he didn’t want to.
Can I look?
he asked.
The officer paused while the other soldiers kept walking. Unblinking, the officer stared at the soldier with shock. Dieter’s heart sank, thinking he had offended the officer in some way.
There’s no need,
the officer replied through clenched teeth.
I’m sorry, sir,
Dieter apologised, but the damage was done.
The officer noticed the eyes of his fellow soldiers on him and although they didn’t mind leaving back to the town, to sleep in relative comfort, they began to question his orders. As if reading their thoughts, the officer collected himself and scowled at the other soldiers. His deep voice held strong as he firmly gave orders.
If you feel the need, so be it,
the officer announced. Dieter, you can stay here and search the building for any resistance. Klaus, Wilhelm, you two join him.
The soldiers steadied themselves, emboldened by their officer’s commands. Dieter, Klaus and Wilhelm watched as they drove away, leaving one car for them. Wilhelm stared daggers at Dieter, while Klaus only seemed saddened that he had such a foolish friend.
Let’s get this over with,
Wilhelm muttered angrily, hefting his rifle from his shoulder into his hands. You two have the honour of going inside, I will watch the outside.
Dieter didn’t argue, gesturing for Klaus to follow him. Dieter pushed the old doors open, which swung noisily on their old hinges. The grim sight of the old pews, tall windows and an iron chandelier greeted them. The architecture seemed so hostile in the dark, the jagged engravings and decorations threatening them always. Dieter wondered if any churchgoer could find peace in such a place.
The two made their way slowly up the aisle, checking each line of pews.
Keep your eyes peeled, Klaus,
Dieter warned. There are those who will even use a church to ambush their enemy.
Yet, the shadows contained nothing. The two soldiers reached the end of the church, stopping at two sets of stairs leading up to the second floor. Both decided with a look that one would take the left and the other the right. Even their softest steps were made loud by the deathly silence, making their hearts beat faster, stronger, till Dieter could feel his blood rush in his fingers as they gripped the rifle tighter.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Dieter saw an altar. A cross, bright and new in the darkness, gleamed with a calming light as the moonlight bounced off its metal surface. Breathing slowed as Dieter relaxed, he failed to react when in time when he heard the rapid footsteps to his left.
A shadow crashed into him, a voice whispered inside his mind to fight or die. The figure had him on the ground, shifting its form as it raised a weapon to bear down on Dieter. He saw the jagged gleam of fangs, the sinewy muscles grasping the black spear. The growl, the fearsome guttural sound of exertion as the monster made to attack.
Dieter!?
Klaus shook Dieter by his shoulders, but Dieter wasn’t listening.
Klaus watched as Dieter stared up at him in great fear, fumbling at his sides. He saw Dieter clutch at the dagger and try to wrench it from its sheath. Klaus knocked his hand away and struck Dieter across the cheek and once more.
Come to your senses, stop screaming!
Klaus begged.
Dieter’s cheek burned and his vision blurred after each blow, seeing the demon less and less. Until at last, his mind cleared and he saw Klaus atop him, with an expression of great concern.
K-Klaus? Oh, God...
Dieter stammered, relaxing only a little. I didn’t know, I thought...I saw...
Klaus helped Dieter to his feet. Dieter tried to collect his thoughts, studying Klaus closely. His fellow soldier, a friend, not an