Deep Down Inside

By Roger Rosenberger

 

Have you ever been curious about what is "Deep Down Inside?" Accompany Dana as she sets off on a mission to determine once and for all whether or not the King's Realm is a myth or a reality. The tales that her grandmother told her when she was a child, and were any of her superstitions actually valid?
When she approaches a cabin that should not have been entered while traversing the darkest forest, her world is flipped upside down. As a result, she must deal with supernatural beings that previously existed solely in the realm of fantasy. Dana needs to keep her mind on the matter at hand, which is to find answers. She is led into the underworld by a guide who cannot be trusted and the horrific creatures he brings along with him. Along the way, she is subjected to seduction, anger, misery, and her deepest darkest fears.
Will she be able to find whatever it is she is looking for, or will she come to regret having looked for it in the first place? Is she prepared for what lies in wait for her "Deep Down Inside?"

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roger Rosenberger
• Release date: Feb 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215462805

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Deep Down Inside

by Roger Rosenberger

Acknowledegments

I’d like to thank my parents Mary and Ernst for being a constant support in my life and my brother Pascal, who’s always

a challenge. :p

I’d also like to thank the Wattenhofer-family for being the best friends one could wish for.

To A. Magnin, who has been a guiding light out of the dark times; I’ll be forever grateful.

I’d love to give a shout out to: Mrs. Angst for inspiring the laziest of all students (me) to read the classics, Mr. Schmid, for fostering the love for storytelling, even if the story is somewhat raunchy, also Sandra Mayer-M; you’ve been a great inspiration... perhaps not mit se spellering but the write from your heart part. Mr. Scheidegger for encouraging his (us) primary-school kids to be themselves.

Furthermore I’d like to thank the team at Woodbridge for helping me with getting this story out there.

Copyright© Roger Rosenberger 2023

Published: February 2023

ISBN: Paperback 978-3-8035-4976-1

ISBN: Hardcover 978-7-4829-7073-1

All rights reserved.

The right of Roger Rosenberger to be identified as the author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

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I don’t want to dedicate this book to any one person; this one goes out to all fans of horror. If you love to see people overcome the most impossible of odds, then this book is dedicated to you

Table of ContentS

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Chapter 1 Him

Chapter 2 Her

Chapter 3 The King

Chapter 4 The Queen

Chapter 5 Descending

Chapter 6 Pleasure

Chapter 7 A Long Way Ahead

Chapter 8 Fear

Chapter 9 ... to the other side

Chapter 10 Hate

Chapter 11 A maze of moral ambiguity

Chapter 12 Righteous Punishment

Chapter 13 The Last Ascend

Chapter 14 The King’s Chamber

Chapter 15 In his hands

Chapter 16 ...

Chapter 1

Him

Heavy rain stabbed down onto the cabin. The moon hid behind thick clouds as if it didn’t want to shine a light on what happened out here in the desolate forest, in this rotting cabin. Not even the thunder dared to roar loudly in this place.

He was a hulk of a man. Was he a man, though? His body was an unnatural amalgamation of stitched-together body parts. He dragged himself through the rain, carrying a dead horse under his left arm and using his right hand to shield his partially exposed brain from the elements.

He wiped the rain from his eyes. He could barely see anything, but the flickering light behind the curtains of the cabin would guide him out of the coldness.

Al was sitting on an old, worn-out couch, playing a video game. His long, dark, unkempt hair obstructed his view of the TV. He didn’t need to see; he knew the game inside out; he had played it way too many times. You’re dead. He exclaimed. ... and so are you. He listened closely to the sound emanating from his headphones. And I can hear you back there. What he didn’t hear was the rattling of the doorknob, followed by a colossal body ramming itself against the door.

The door opened. It might have screeched, and Al wouldn’t have noticed, for he was too immersed in his game. Neither did he realise the hulking creature was stepping towards him, closer and closer. He (it?) raised his hand to Al’s neck. Just as the hand could have strangled Al, just as Al was about to beat the final boss, the hulk gently taped Al on the shoulder.

Al, me home. Al jumped up to his feet. Holy fucking shit, Ombie. You scared the shit out of me. Ombie jumped back, nearly dropping the dead horse. Al felt a sudden sting in his heart. Me sorry, Al. Ombie nervously picked a piece of his brain and ate it. His brain quickly regrew the missing part. No, don’t sweat it, buddy. I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t mean to use foul language in front of you. He took his hands off his chest. Me also sorry. Looks, I brought dinner. Ombie proudly presented the dead horse. Delicious deer. The stitches around Ombie’s mouth almost tore apart as he cheered with a big smile, proud like a child who had just painted the bedroom walls in his favourite colours. That’s no deer, that’s a fucking horse. He raised his hand to his heart again. Calmly: Yes, thank you, my friend. Good job. Al loudly clapped his hands together, Alright, everyone, dinner-time.

In the adjacent room, Amadeus, a terrifying werewolf with the sweetest, most puppy-dog eyes, jumped out of a dynamo. The TV-screen went dark. Amadeus ran into the living room and jumped up to Al, licking his cheeks. Dinner? Dinner? Did you say dinner? I am so hungry, I could eat a horse. Well, you’re in luck. Al pushed Amadeus down while trying to make it appear as if he had just tried to pet the werewolf’s head.

A dark cloud filled the cabin. Al smiled: Anna, lovely to have you with us tonight. Within the dark cloud, the silhouette of what might have once been a beautiful woman manifested. She inhaled the remaining smoke. She could have probably made her burned, medieval dress look chiqué. She most likely had to power to restore her burned face to its original beauty, Al thought, but why should she? This is her home - our home. Here she was free to present herself as she wanted to. Not like his shaggy clothes weren’t in desperate need of a washing cycle.

Good evening, my lovelies. Anna greeted them with a voice gentler and more motherly than her burned physique would suggest. My Lady. Al welcomed her with a kiss on her hand. He still couldn’t tell whether the glowing red in her eyes was her way of blushing or the result of hidden tears spent over hateful memories of times passed, forgotten, igno... abandoned.

She smiled friendly and curtsied in admiration. But her noticing the dead horse on the floor released her inner hate, a flame that set her dress on fire. A horse? A HORSE? She screamed as her face morphed into a grotesque visage. Why would he bring a horse? Ombie nervously picked a piece of his brain and ate it. The flames surrounding Anna grew bigger, brighter, and hotter. Why would he bring a horse? He knows what would happen should Villagers come looking...Al gently took her hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it softly. He knew it would calm her down. He didn’t want her to calm down, but some things had to happen, whether you want them or not.

He tried his best. As we all are. The flames around Anna diminished. The sparks vanished, and only the hate in her eyes