Nightmares- Volume 12- A Billy Wells Horror Anthology

By Billy Wells

Nightmares- Volume 12- A Billy Wells Horror Anthology
A collection of horror/thriller stories with surprise endings to chill you and thrill you to the bone. Look no further if you are fans of Twilight Zone, Tales From the Crypt, Night Gallery, Outer Limits, One Step Beyond, and horror stories with a plot and a twist ending. Billy Wells Horror is your ticket to a journey into the macabre, if you dare.
The nightmares include:
THE DOME: After attempting to start a concrete business in northern New Jersey, the police found what was left of Earl Breedlove crawling around a dumpster in Newark. His brother, John, seeks revenge.
NEVERMORE: A billionaire builds an island paradise for his family when the zombie apocalypse has wiped out most of humanity.
BORN TO BE WILD: After working with a renowned geneticist for five years, a young Harvard graduate is frustrated by his mentor's failure to publish their discoveries.
THE SECOND VIRGIN BIRTH: At midnight on Christmas Eve, a nun rescues a baby left on the chapel steps in the freezing cold.
DOMINANCE: The Simmons family encounters an escaped madman on a camping trip in the Adirondacks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Billy Wells
• Release date: Mar 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005232764

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 12

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 © 2022 by Billy Wells

Published by Billy Wells at Smashwords

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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 Dome

Nevermore

Born To Be Wild

The Second Virgin Birth

Dominance

About Billy Wells

Reviews in Today’s World

Other Books By Billy Wells

THE DOME

A heavy set man accompanied by three others in black suits steered a wheel chair occupied by an unconscious man named Earl Breedlove into the enormous domed space.

All four members of the Pacifico mob wore night vision glasses as they made their way to the center of the interior marked by a red X fashioned from Day-Glo tape. The dimensions of the perfectly circular space were six hundred feet from wall to wall in all directions.

The derelict arena had been built to accommodate a climate controlled practice field for football, baseball, basketball, and tennis before the financing collapsed, and the project was scrapped. After the dome and the adjacent parking garage had remained vacant for ten years, a Mafia kingpin had purchased the multimillion-dollar property for $200,000. The larger cost was the contractual obligation to pay the annual real estate taxes for $300,000.

Reaching the red X in the middle of the floor, two of Pacifico’s beefy men lifted Breedlove from the wheelchair. After removing his clothes, they left him spread-eagled on the floor where X marked the spot. He had been beaten severely by the four men before he had been delivered to the dome Pacifico used to torture his enemies.

Breedlove had foolishly moved from Charlotte, North Carolina to set up a concrete business in Northern New Jersey. The concrete and trash removal businesses had historically been monopolized by the mob, and anyone who dared to infringe on the territory primarily around Newark would be a target. Breedlove had been warned repeatedly to dispense with his insane attempt to start a competing concrete business and return to South Carolina. When he continued to pay the threats no mind, Pacifico’s goons had firebombed his storage sheds, destroyed several expensive mixers, and called his home on numerous occasions to threaten his wife and daughter. Breedlove continued to ignore the threats and solicited the help of the local authorities who did as little as they could to help him since most of the higher ups had been on the Pacifico payroll for many years.

Three hours after Pacifico’s men had left him nude on the hard concrete floor in pitch-blackness, Breedlove began to regain consciousness. In addition to the vicious beating, he had been tasered repeatedly in extremely tender places. His head continued to throb with a debilitating migraine. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. He immediately realized to his dismay he was as naked as the proverbial jaybird. The bastards had attacked him in his own parking lot right after closing time. As he struggled to stand, his hand felt the smooth floor that had no texture to the touch.

Throwing out his arms in all directions, he touched nothing. He had the eerie feeling he was in a huge space of some kind. He cried out and heard a slight reverberation. What was this space? What would come next?

He started walking forward with his arms extended to prevent him from walking headlong into something. Twenty paces out, he felt nothing. Fifty paces out, still nothing. One hundred paces out, he had to lower his arms to quell the pain of holding them out in front of him for so long. Sweat beaded his forehead as the sensation of the room getting hotter piqued his senses. His lips were parched, and he suddenly realized he was extremely thirsty. He didn’t know how long he’d been out, but he imagined it was for many hours.

He heard a low whine from above and a blast of hot air descended upon him. In seconds, his whole body dripped with perspiration. He lowered himself to the floor that seemed cooler, at least for the time being. Pacifico was behind his kidnapping; there was no doubt of that. Breedlove had called his brother, John, an Army vet who had just returned from the Middle East for help. He hoped he was on his way, and wondered if he would ever find him now that Pacifico had made his play.

A half an hour later, Breedlove lay in a pool of