Nitemare Tales: Nitemare Tales, #1

By TL Bohr

NIGHTMARE TALES

WARNING: These tales you are about to read are not for the faint of heart or easily offended and repulsed. These stories contain graphic violence and situations, sexual interactions and strong language. You have been warned.

The following collection of short stories/novelettes will take you deep into a nightmarish world. Enter at your own risk.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Bohr Press
• Release date: Mar 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463412398

TL Bohr

TL Bohr is an author of horror novels, short stories, and poetry (plus a few nursery rhymes to chill your bones). A Little something about me: I love everything horror, scary and dark, although, I do love fun, cute, mysterious, fantastical and magical as well. That is why I write in many different genres and age groups. Writing is great medicine for the soul and, in turn, so is reading!! I am an animal lover and have 9 indoor cats, 1 German Shepard mix, 1 pit pull mix, and a few outdoor neighborhood cats that I help take care of *smiles* (drives my better half crazy sometimes!!) Just like my reading and writing tastes, the things I love to watch range widely. I watch anything from cartoons to series dramas to horror to b-horror and so on. There are just way too many options of things to watch to list them all. A few of my favorite authors are: Stephen King, Anne Rice, Laurell K Hamilton, Jeffery Deaver, J.D. Robb, Brian Lumley, Maggie Shayne, R.L. Stein, Tolkein…. to name a few (I also enjoy comic books – marvels are my favorites – Love the X-Men and Stan Lee Rocks!!) I don’t know what else to put right now but I’ll add more if and when I think of anything. Enjoy!!

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Table of Contents

Behind the Eyes

Crimson

Someone Save Me

Darkest Night

Welcome to Your Level of Hell

Starving

Lunatic

The Good Doctor

Blood Bet

Razor’s Edge

Distorted Reality

Deadly Sin

The Raven

Mental Capacity

Blind Rage

Demons Fury

Senses

Do You Hear What I Hear

When the Spine Breaks

SFARSIT

Nightmare Tales

Copyright TL Bohr 2018

Published at Smashwords

NIGHTMARE TALES

WARNING: These tales you are about to read are not for the faint of heart or easily offended and repulsed. These stories contain graphic violence and situations, sexual interactions and strong language. You have been warned.

Behind the Eyes

The sun goes down and still you sleep. I grow restless; the night calls me. Reaching out, I grip you tightly. It is time to wake. You try to ignore me, silence me. You know what I want and try to deny me. We struggle for control but you are still in a sleep state and I gain the upper hand. You sink away sadly, knowing what is to come.

Slowly I rise and make my way to the shower. Turning the water to the hottest setting, I step into the spray submerging my flesh into the burning droplets. I watch as they bead onto my chest and images of blood splatter fill my vision. The urge grips me tightly; I must hurry before I fill my urge on you.

I hear your silent groan of protest and I smile. I know you dislike joining me on my nightly walks but you have no choice. I need you to be where I am.

As the last of the soap and shampoo wash down the drain, I turn off the water and step from the shower. I gaze into the mirror, eyes looking over the reddened flesh, taking in the body that is mine. A grin curls my lips as I reach for the towel. Gazing back into the mirror, I look at you and see you looking back at me.

Relax, I smile, the blood always washes away.

I see you look away, trying to hide, but I won't let you. I will make you watch, make you help, make you do as I desire.

Dressed all in black, I step out into the darkness with you slightly behind me. We walk down the darkened alleyway. Our boot steps fall in unison. We move as one, fluid, smooth. A man steps from the shadows. With a violent rage, he walks toward you. You stand there frozen, I watch with interest. His hand slides around your neck, squeezing tightly. You struggle to breathe, your hands clawing at his arm. I recognize him, but he does not recognize me. I pull a needle from my pocket. He does not see me, only you. I slam the needle into his neck and press the plunger. He screams in anger, promises to kill spewing past his lips. I withdraw the needle and slide it back into my pocket.

I laugh at him, in his face. His eyes widened, yet he only sees you. Slowly he sinks to his knees, his head dropping forward. I see you grin, feel your pleasure. A shiver dances through my body. I have waited for you to enjoy our nightly walks for a long time. When I realized he had come to town, I knew he would be the perfect choice, knew this would bring you pleasure. He turned his eyes upward to glare at you for just a moment before falling forward, his face bouncing off the cement.

Bending down, I scooped him up and threw him over my shoulder. With target obtained, we headed toward my house of pain. The building loomed in the darkness; the cold steal illuminated by the pale moonlight. An evil grin curled the corners of my lips as I saw home. The coldness of the place brings me much satisfaction. I felt you shiver and I chuckled, knowing how you hated to be cold, physically or mentally.

Reaching a hand out, I keyed in the code and the door swung open. We stepped through the door. The lights automatically came on. I saw you squint painfully against the bright raw flickering lights. Laughter burst past my lips as you nearly jumped out of your skin when the door closed on its own. It always amuses me, for as many times as I have brought you here, you still have yet to become used to the place. I heard you curse me under your breath and I laughed harder.

We walked back toward the room at the end of the hall. Shelves lined the walls and a cold metal slab rested dead center of the room. As usual, your eyes took in the many instruments, bottles, and equipment that the shelves and walls held as though you were seeing them for the first time. A shiver danced up my spine as I watched you gazing upon them. Your look wasn't one of disgust or fear but of awe and interest.

I tossed him onto the slab and secured his wrists and ankles to it with the thick metal cuffs. We took a seat and waited for him to wake up. Finally, he began to stir, his eyes slowly opening and closing against the blinding light. We rose and walked over to the slab. It was time to get to work.

So glad you could join us, I grinned. I didn’t want you to miss anything.

He caught her in his sites. Curses flew past his lips and he spit in her face. He didn't see me, only her. The hatred in his eyes was only for her, nothing else filled his vision. He spit in her face once more; I had had enough. Pulling the blade from my waistband, I placed my hand on his jaw and forced his mouth open. I shoved the blade into his mouth, tip pressed against his tongue. In a slow painful motion, I slid the blade down his tongue, back to tip, slicing it in two. His screams made us both smile. We watched as he started to choke on his own blood. I turned and walked toward one of the shelves. After a few moments, I found what I was searching for and walked back to the table. Holding the hollow metal pipe in my hand, I forced his mouth open once more and shoved the pipe down his throat.

With a sinister grin I spoke, Don't want you dying on us yet.

As realization dawned on him, his eyes grew wide with fear as he gazed upon her, his eyes begging her to save him from me. She returned his gaze, a looked of it sucks to be you sliding through them. She turned and walked toward the tray of instruments, grabbed the sides and wheeled it over to the table. He tried to speak, yell, but no words would form around the pipe shoved down his throat. His hands balled into fist, his muscles clenching. She stepped back slightly to give me some room to work.

I picked up the cordless drill and pulled the trigger. It whirled to life.

Ahh, music to my ears, I grinned.

I lowered the beauty to his left kneecap, pressed down hard and pulled the trigger again. The bit slid into his kneecap like a hot knife through butter. A pitiful scream echoed up through the metal pipe. I pressed the bit and held the trigger until I heard the bit hit the metal slab