Darkness Screams : Whisper Quiet: Darkness Screams, #2
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Quietly creepy stories, art, and poetry to make your spine tingle
Stories By:
A.R. Clayton
Christopher Weston
Jennifer Elliott
Quintin Peterson
Michael Guzman
Raz T. Slasher
Serena Mossgraves
Sergio Palumbo & Ernesto Canepa
Poetry By:
Patricia Harris
Ruan Bradford Wright
Vonnie Winslow Crist
Art By:
Angel Ellison
Ruan Bradford Wright
Serenity Rose
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Darkness Screams - Fae Corps Publishing
Darkness Screams: Whisper Quiet
Copyright © 2022 Fae Corps Publishing LLC
Editors: Patricia Harris/Cyndi Pilcher
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This is a work of fiction. While some names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, some are accurate, but are used to further the story. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
Cover Art By Patricia Harris
Darkness Screams
By Patricia Harris
Into the night you can hear it,
Howling deep inside,
the wind rising filled with blood.
The darkness screams
as the monsters unleash
leaving tears behind.
The lights cannot defeat it,
the whisper quiet of the night...
as the monsters are still out there
time to ready for the fight.
OEBPS/images/image0002.pngA.R. Clayton -
The author would like to dedicate The Letter
to her husband, Pip the Saint—bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. Thank you for always supporting my writing.
Serena Mossgraves -
Dedicated to those who face their fears. Courage is always worth acknowledging.
Raz T. Slasher -
Dedicated to ruined childhoods everywhere.
Michael Guzman-
To anyone who’s lost. May you find your way home.
Table of Contents
Going Home By Jennifer Elliott
Bleed by Serenity Rose
Clocks by Vonnie Winslow Crist
Jimmy’s Toys by Raz T. Slasher
Toys by Serenity Rose
Silence by Patricia Harris
Caller Unknown by Michael Guzman
Deadly Nightshade by Ruan Bradford Wright
Tell-Tale Heart by Vonnie Winslow Crist
In the Darkest Night by Christopher Weston
Creepy by Serenity Rose
The Nothing by Serena Mossgraves
The No-Eyed People by Angel Ellison
Omen by Vonnie Winslow Crist
The Letter by A.R. Clayton
Vincent by Ruan Bradford Wright
‘Round Midnight by Quintin Peterson
What have I done by Patricia Harris
The Color of Death by Ruan Bradford Wright
A Scream by Serenity Rose
The Bettermost Messengers by Sergio Palumbo and Ernesto Canepa
Screams into the night by Patricia Harris
About the Authors
About the Publisher
Going Home
By Jennifer Elliott
Callie walked into the run-down two-story faded blue house. She noticed the chipping paint, pieces of siding falling off, shutters and various other parts of the house were falling apart as well and sent her senses into the house. She could feel a couple of someones (somethings?) reach back and welcome her.
She had been so curious since she was five to find out who was calling her. Her parents knew it was there too, and constantly told her not to go see the beings within. They keep saying whatever they were makes them uneasy. To her, it feels like coming home. She opened the door to a very lavish contrast to the outside. The living room to the left of the foyer was warmly lit by a fire. The flickering light glows across two overstuffed red recliners, as well as an overstuffed red couch. Suddenly the light came on in the foyer, startling her. The sudden illumination revealed a lady dressed in a long forest green skirt and a white peasant blouse.
Callie peered around in the now-lit room, very surprised by a well-kept foyer with beautiful dark wood furnishings all around. You finally came little Callie,
the lady greeted. Callie didn’t say what she was thinking. For cripes sake, she was ten and a half. Practically fully grown. Hello, mam. I have felt a calling to this place for a long time. Was it you?
The lady smiled with her beautiful matte black lips. Yes, my husband and I have been calling you home, where you belong. Would you like to join me in the sitting area? You can sit wherever you like.
Callie followed her into the sitting room. She saw an older-looking lanky man with a belly bulge and graying black hair that fell into his smiling blue eyes in the left overstuffed chair. She could have sworn no one was there before. She inwardly shrugged, guessing she wasn’t paying attention but so definitely wanting to know more.
Sitting on the couch, she noticed the coffee table was covered in small chocolate cakes, fruit and yogurt cups with strawberries, peaches and granola, milk and so much more. There are so many surprises here. What did this lady have in store?
We have so many things to show you! We would love for you to play with our other children. There is a large library with all the books you could ever want to read. We have many friends with many other kids for you to meet.
The lady sounded so excited and happy at the prospect of her meeting all these people. This made Callie nervous, and she didn’t like the idea. No one ever wanted to hang out with her or was ever interested in hauntings or other spooky stories.
I don’t know your names and I am not any good at talking to people. No one ever likes me.
She said knowing they will probably change their minds. Why would they want a nerd like her?
I am Selma, and this is Garrison,
she introduced. Hello, dear,
Garrison greets, Did you want to come meet everyone?
Callie was starting to feel really unsure and anxious. She couldn’t feel anyone else here. She didn’t understand how there would be others. It felt empty except for her and the two weird adults that were to her left in the recliners. No thank you. I really must go home now.
She said as she got up and sprinted to the door, that is not there anymore. What is happening?!!
She whirled around facing them. By entering the door, you signed the contract to become ours.
Selma said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Callie bolted down the hallway. The door at the end was not getting any closer. She ran as hard as her legs could go and it seemed even farther away. She was breathing hard, and tears were streaming down her face. She was beginning to fear she knew which haunted house story she was in.
Loud shrieking started to fill the air and her chest tightened from the energy on top of the fear and bawling. She tried to run even harder. The shrieking got louder and louder, then she could feel the thick energy that made breathing so hard envelop her as she was sucked down into the floor. Her last thought was, Apparently this is home now.
Bleed
By Serenity Rose
Clocks
By Vonnie Winslow Crist
Clock faces are usually
black and white,
like the obituary section
of a newspaper.
But they should be raw-meat red
with bone digits.
Clocks are carnivorous.
Their hands slice through
our days like steel knives.
They chop the hours,
minutes, and seconds
into bloody morsels.
Digitals are even worse:
computerized henchmen
with no face, no hands,
no heartbeat—
just a flickering pulse
of numerals.
Clocks are relentless.
They sharpen their blades
and count down the numbers
to that moment
when we arrive, already wounded,
at the butcher shop.
Jimmy’s Toys
By Raz T. Slasher
When I was growing up, we had an amazing toy store in our town. It was designed to resemble a medieval castle with multiple floors and took up an enormous portion of a nearby strip mall. You wouldn’t find national toy brands like Mattel or Fisher Price there though. Instead, they catered largely to independent toy companies you’ve likely never heard of, and local craftsmen.
The toys they did have were every but as interesting as the store itself. There were wooden toys of all kinds, handmade dolls, puzzles, board games, and even an entire floor dedicated to miniatures and model trains. The most important feature of the store was what they referred to as the, treasure room.
The treasure room was so important because it was tied to a special event at Jimmy’s Toys. If your parents signed you up for their birthday club, you would receive an invitation in the mail to visit it. It was always a card wishing you a happy birthday from King Jimmy and contained an invitation to the treasure room and a small metal key taped inside. Your parents would take you to the store to present your invitation and you would be ushered down to the basement level to pick out a free toy.
They key added another level to the event entirely. Each key had the chance to unlock a huge treasure chest in the middle of the room. I had no idea what was inside of the chest, nor did anyone I knew personally. There were a lot of rumors, but whatever was inside of it had to be worth a fortune!
The downside of the birthday club is that it only lasted until you were 12. In some ways I guess that makes sense, teenagers go through a lot of changes and appreciate the magic of the world around them less, but it still bummed me out. I dreaded my last trip to the glorious treasure room, knowing it would be my last.
Our little town was booming and there were new faces everywhere you looked, and many of the people you had known seemed to disappear overnight. Living so close to an air force base, that kind of thing was somewhat expected, but the older I got the more it bothered me. My little world was changing rapidly and soon my last vestige of childhood, the treasure room at Jimmy’s Toys, would disappear along with it.
The dreaded day finally came when I received my birthday card, invitation, and key from King Jimmy. With a reluctant sigh, my mother swept me away for one last magical expedition. She knew how upset I’d been, so she made it extra special that year. We got lunch at McDonald’s beforehand, and she told me we’d go to the local dairy a couple towns over for ice cream after. That did a lot to lift my spirits, but something in the back of my mind kept me from enjoying it as much as I should have.
I descended the steps into the treasure room slowly, wanting to memorize every detail so I could remember it forever. I wandered around that room with its castle wallpaper and red velvet curtains for so long both my mother and the staff were becoming impatient. Not wanting to push my luck