Nightmares- Volume 11- A Billy Wells Horror Anthology

By Billy Wells

Nightmares- Volume 11- A Billy Wells Horror Anthology
A collection of horror/thriller stories with surprise endings to chill you and thrill you to the bone.
The nightmares include:
THE BLIZZARD: Helen’s Christmas holiday with her husband at her parents’ secluded estate is disrupted by the worst blizzard in over thirty years on the very night a maniac has escaped from the local asylum.
SOMETHING IN THE DARK: A woman plagued by recurring nightmares since she was a little girl seeks help from the most expensive shrink in NYC to effectively save her life.
THE INITIATION: The fraternity brothers have planned a Hell night to top all Hell nights.
JACK IN THE BOX
Harold fixes up old houses and sells them for a nice profit. That is until he bought the dreaded house on Elm Street.
SPIDERS: Charlie needs to change a fuse in the spooky basement full of spiders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Billy Wells
• Release date: Jan 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005503925

Billy Wells

I have published eleven collections of horror stories with surprise endings, Check out my latest video for the gory detailsI have written 238 short stories so far in my quest to exceed Ray Bradbury's 400 short stories. It goes without saying it will be an uphill climb.Stephen King is my favorite horror writer, and I admire what King has accomplished in the horror genre in terms of movies made from his considerable volume of work.My channels on You Tube has amassed over 7,000,000 hits, mostly from my "Dead Celebrities" videos and have over 13,000 subscribers.I love movies and had seen over 1,500 by the age of 13 when there was snow on 13 channels after midnight.I read constantly and have rated over 700 books on Goodreads.My favorite horror movies are Halloween, Night of the Living Dead, and the Evil Dead. My favorite movie of all time Is Frank Capra's It's A Wonderful Life with James Stewart. My favorite authors are Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, John Sandford, Michael Connelly, Robert B. Parker, Clive Cussler, James Patterson, Jeffery Deaver, Dean Koontz, Edgar Allen Poe, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, James Lee Burke, Richard Matheson, Lee Child, and Jack Kilborn/Konrath.Since reviews are the life's blood of every author, I would greatly appreciate a review of any of my books and hold anyone who does in high esteem for all eternity.

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Nightmares-Volume 11

A Billy Wells Horror Anthology

Five Selections From

Black As Night, Shivers & Other Nightmares, Don't Look Behind You, Scary Stories-Vols. 1-5, Midnight Snacks, Scare Factory, and Stories To Make Your Skin Crawl

Copyright © 2021 by Billy Wells

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This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Contents

The Blizzard

Something in the Dark

The Initiation

Jack in the Box

Spiders

About Billy Wells

Reviews in Today’s World

Other Books By Billy Wells

The Blizzard

Helen saw the drifting snow outside the kitchen window. Harry was supposed to get home early. His company only worked half a day before the Christmas holidays. She wondered if he had lost track of time and missed the train. It usually did not matter if he was a little late, but this weekend they were to meet at her parents’ estate in Medford, New Jersey, which was two and a half hours from Manhattan on a good day. Tonight was Christmas Eve and the Friday before the long holiday weekend; now, together with the blizzard, the commute by rail would certainly be a nightmare. There was no telling when Harry would arrive in Medford.

Helen hated to think she might be alone in this spooky old house for most of the evening. Even on a summer day, the great expanse of the 200-year-old, twenty-room mansion unsettled her, but she feared the night and the blizzard without Harry to keep her company would stress her to the breaking point. Even when Harry was with her, the incessant, weird noises frightened her enormously, particularly those that came from the part of the house that hadn’t been occupied for years. Whenever she mentioned hearing a strange sound, Harry called her an old fraidy cat and laughed mercilessly. She knew old houses were prone to have creaks and groans, but that reality had never given her comfort.

Placing another log in the fireplace, she turned on the TV and channel surfed to a soft rock music station. She’d prepared an exquisite dinner and chilled a bottle of expensive champagne.

They always opened one present on Christmas Eve, and the rest in the morning. Malcolm, their devoted caretaker, had brought in a twelve-foot tall tree and decorated it in the expansive living room for this special weekend. He’d also hung red stockings from the mantle just like the ones the family had when she was a little girl.

Outside, the howling wind and the sound of the snow on the exterior added a foreboding feeling in spite of the festive decorations. The clock on the mantle pounded out seven ponderous bongs. Helen decided to go to the wet bar and make a martini to calm her nerves. Returning to the living room, she sat on the sofa and sipped the potent Grey Goose cocktail while snow danced on the wind across the picture window. She wondered how Harry would ever make it to Medford in this blizzard.

Suddenly, the phone, ringing on the end table beside her, startled her so much she spilled a third of her martini. Picking up the receiver, she heard Harry’s voice mingled with a crowd of unhappy commuters in the background.

Can you hear me, honey?

Barely. Where are you?

I’m at Penn Station in Newark. The commuter trains on the Northeast Corridor line have been delayed two hours due power outages because of the storm. I decided to park the car at Trenton rather than Hamilton, which gives me more choices on the trains.

Harry, I told you to leave early. I made dinner. Malcolm did a wonderful job on the Christmas tree and the decorations. The champagne is chilling. And you know I hate to be alone in this big, old house at night.

The special meeting went on forever, and I didn’t know there was a blizzard going on outside. The conference room where we met didn’t have windows.

Well, I’m sure you’re doing the best you can, but don’t fall asleep waiting for the train like you did last month. Set the alarm on your cell.

I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you think you could drive over to Laura’s house until I get there?

I couldn’t get the car in the garage, and now I can’t even see it in the driveway the snow has drifted so high. I can’t get out, and I’m worried you won’t be able to get here even if you get to Trenton.

"Wild horses couldn’t keep me from spending Christmas Eve with you, darling. I