Nightmares Book Viii: From the Twisted Mind of F. D. Land

By F. D. Land

With this eighth edition of the Nightmares series, F. D. Land once again brings you some of his outstanding short stories. He brings you stories of a Midas touch, a town with no name, Bloodthirsty pirates, and a home in a well. Non-stop thrilling stories, that you will not put down until you reach the end.
So sit back and take another ride through the twisted mind of F. D. Land.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483692333

F. D. Land

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Copyright © 2013 by F.D. Land.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 09/06/2013

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CONTENTS

The Sculptor

Devil’s Home

Hell’s Door

It came from the Well

NIGHTMARES

In an assortment of dreams and imagination F. D.

Land brings you amazing tales and sagas, that will

haunt your dreams. With a little mystery also thrown in.

See if you can tell who is really telling the tale.

Now sit back and get ready for the thrilling ride

through the twisted mind of F. D. Land.

Nightmares! They come between the dreams of fun and love, to keep you in suspense. In these thrilling stories you will find yourself drawn into the twisted mind of F. D Land. By the end of them, you will ask yourself, what you would have done if you were in their place.

In THE SCULPTOR

You will find that even the craziest stories may have some truth to them.

In DEVIL’S HOME

You will find that staying in small towns to learn their history, sometimes can be more than you really want to know.

In HELL’S DOOR

Jonathan and Elsa find that they never know where the job may take them

In IT CAME FROM THE WELL

You will find that there are some things out there that no one has ever seen.

ILLUSTRATIONS

Book cover by F. D. Land

Title page—The Sculptor—by F. D. Land

Title page—Devil’s Home—by F. D. Land

Title page—Hell’s Door—by F. D. Land

Title page—It Came From The Well—by F. D. Land

To my beautiful wife Teresa and my sons Brad, and Brandon, thank you for your help with my writing. Without you I would have became frustrated and would not have written anything.

To my grandchildren Caleb Dean, Kiele Rhea, Benjamin Ford, and Teagan Delaney, when you look at these books remember pa-pa and remember how much, pa-pa loves you.

To God, thank you for the dreams and the words I write upon these papers. For without you there would be no stories.

THE SCULPTOR

Written by Farris Land

All characters, places, and events are totally fictional.

Any similarity is coincidental.

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CHAPTER 1

RUNAWAY

My name is Detective David Rurso. I know what you’re thinking, another cop telling a story. I know, you’ve heard it all before. Well I thought I had seen it all. I’ve worked in some of the toughest cities in the country. I’ve worked in Chicago, New York, and Detroit. I’m a Homicide Detective. I come looking for you, if you have killed someone or if someone has killed you. I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my job. Overdoses, murders, I’ve even seen a woman killed by her husband. Strangled by his pet snake she killed. He tried to say the snake killed her and he had to kill it trying to save her. A lot of strange cases, Marry Jo was one of those.

She was a runaway from a small town in Kansas. I had just started working in Los Angeles, the home of runaways. Most end up as prostitutes or dead. Marry Jo’s mother had called the Los Angeles police department when she found out from a friend of Marry Jo’s that she was going there. She was sixteen and no one knew why she had run away. Her mother had just remarried; maybe that had something to do with it. She was placed on the missing person report, and photos handed out. Homicide Detectives are not assigned missing person cases, but I have a soft spot for runaways. Most of them have a reason for running away. I was one; I remember what it was like, afraid all the time, not knowing whom to trust. I knew how to talk to them I knew where they were coming from. Marry Jo had been missing for five months. Marry Jo’s friend had told her mother, that she had called her two weeks after she had left. That Marry Jo made it to Los Angeles, and that she sounded scared. There are several places where runaways hang out. Like I said I have a soft spot for them and I spend all my time off, there talking to them, trying to get them off the street, trying to save their lives. They don’t know I’m a cop; if they did they wouldn’t talk to me. More than anything they are afraid of cops. I have found a few that had someone looking for them, some alive, some not. Life on the street is hard and runaways are prey for a lot of mean people. A runaway that makes it past a year or two on the street is called a pro, street smart and street hard. Most end-up with a pimp or killed by a crazy. Crazies are homeless nuts that kill for the fun of it or sometimes for food.

But for some it is the lure of the street that keeps them there, I call them lifers. They are the ones you need to talk to when looking for someone; they are the eyes of the streets.

CHAPTER 2

SOMEONE TO ASK

Moses was one of them. He had lived on the streets for ten years. No one knew his real name that’s the way of the street. Everyone uses fake names so no one knows who they are. I remember when I asked Moses about Marry Jo, I remember the look on his face, when I showed him her picture.

Jo Jo, he said handing back the picture.

What is she to you? It was a question he had asked many times before.

Her mother is looking for her; she wants to know she is all right, and you know me Moses, if there is a buck in it; I’m always ready to help, he laughed.

She hung out around here for a couple months. I was worried about her; she was so sweet and innocent. No street smarts at all, easy prey. I was glad when I heard she got a job as a model for one of those artist down town.

You mean a painter?

No man, the ones that work with rocks.

Oh you mean a Sculptor.

Yeah a sculptor that’s it.

Down town huh!

Yeah big money.

One thing about Moses, he knows the streets and good or bad if he tells you something, you can count on it to be true. If I was going to find Marry Jo, downtown was where I had to go. I have never been a lover of art. I don’t even know who painted the Mona Lisa, Leonardo Dicaprio or something like that. But I knew one thing rich people don’t like cops either.

CHAPTER 3

DOWNTOWN

I had no idea how many art studios and galleries there were in Los Angeles. I had been to at least half of them when I walked into the Lee-a-toe-doe Gallery. The worlds greatest Sculptor, it said on the door. I knew I was at the right place when I walked in. I found myself looking straight into the eyes of Marry Jo or her likeness anyway. A statue of such perfect detail that it looked as if she would talk to me at any moment. Even I could tell it was good. I could see why they called him the worlds greatest Sculptor. She was dressed like a lady of Rome or Greece. There were many other statues there, all kinds, and all with the same perfect details as Marry Jo. I was just standing looking at Marry Jo when she walked up.

Can I help you? she asked. She was oriental, most likely Chinese.

Yes I’m Detective David Rurso Los Angeles Homicide division. I wanted to ask you if you have seen this girl. But I see you have, so I need to see whoever made this, I pointed to the statue.

Great art is created not made. I will have to see if Mr. Lee-a-toe-doe can see you. I will be right back. She turned and walked to the back of the Gallery and through a door.

It was eerie walking around in there. Along with all the statues of people, there were statues of animals of all kinds. Dogs, cats, birds, and snakes, and they all were in different kinds of poses. There were snakes that were posed as if they were striking. I had noticed one other thing. None of the statues had a base. The statues of the people and of the animals were carved all the way down to their feet, and stood pertly on them as we do on ours. We as children learned balance when we learn to walk. That is how we can stand on our feet without falling over, and somehow Lee-a-toe-doe had been able to do that with his statues. As I walked around it was as if they were watching me, like they wanted to talk to me. She came back through the door and walked over to me.

Mr. Lee-a-toe-doe will see you now. Through the door and to the right, she said and then walked over to the front counter and stood there watching me.

CHAPTER 4

LIES

As I walked through the door I could see all kinds of statues. There were women, men and children in all kinds of dress, standing and setting. There was a woman setting on a bench, and even the bench looked real.

Can I help you? He said, stepping out from behind some statues in the back of the room. He walked towards me, as he came more into the light, I could see he to was of Chinese descent. He was an old man with a long graybeard that ran all the way to his belt line. He had an apron on, and black rubber gloves on his hands.

Yes I’m looking for a girl? I told him as he walked up.

There are no girls here, down the street a few blocks he said then turned as if to go.

No I’m a policeman, Detective David Rurso Los Angeles Homicide division. Didn’t the woman tell you who I was?

No she didn’t, he said, and turned back around.

What can I do for you detective?

I’m looking for this girl. She worked here I know that from the statue out front. I handed him the picture of Marry Jo.

Oh yes my Venus, he said handing back the picture.

When did you see her last? I was watching his eyes as I asked him. You can tell a lot by watching someone’s eyes. Some look away, some blink a lot, and some their eyes move around a lot, but they are all signs of lying. I waited for his answer to see if he