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A young homeless woman suffering from memory loss begins to realize that she is actually actress Marilyn Monroe - who is supposed to be dead. Why is she out here on the streets? Who did this to her? As she begins her own investigation into the real truth behind her so-called "death", the truth behind it all is almost too bizarre - and terrifying - for her to handle without losing her mind altogether.

After losing almost everything and everyone he has ever valued or love, an aspiring writer decides to write one last story before the COVID virus strain of 2023 claims his life. What he doesn't realize is that his last story may very well save the lives of future generations to come - with God giving the people of Earth a second chance.

The thing was weary of life itself; it hadn't asked to be born in the first place - and sure as hell not like this...a freak. It was a freak in every aspect of the word; covered in scabs, maggot-infested wounds covering its lower body. Its tail was infected, gangrenous, as was its genitalia. He (it) was so tired; racked with excruciating pain, it wanted nothing more than just to die.

Billy saw the recipe book. With trembling hands, he opened it up to the first page, and it was for a chili recipe. As he read it, he had to stifle a scream in his throat, in fear of ending up like the people in the pictures. He sat there for a few moments, that seemed more like an eternity, his whole body shaking and sweat streaming down into his eyes. He felt bile coming up in his throat and had to force it back down, choking on it, as he thought, I used to love Grandma's chili. It was at that moment he realized his sweet little harmless but quite annoying Grandma was a cannibal.

Alien vampires, bloodthirsty brats, annoying relatives, a small-town sheriff harboring big secrets, and a 300-pound football player with a severe case of constipation are among the tales in this repulsive - and quite disturbing - collection of Halloween stories.

The janitor at the local hospital has been seeing dead people. Real dead people. They follow him around the halls, trying to speak to him, and showing him visions of unspeakable horrors. Why do they want to speak to him? Why the ghastly, nightmarish visions? Before the night is over, the truth behind it all may be a lot more terrifying than he could ever imagine....

Georgie is unhappy, lonely, overweight young man who spends most of his spare time watching sci-fi movies and reading comic books. He has resigned himself to live this way, although it tends to be soul crushing. Then one night, as he is working the night shift at the Blue Moonlight drive in, a strange blue mist begins floating down from the night sky, landing on everything and making it sparkle like a sapphire. Beautiful, magic dust? He wonders.

Sixth Street Road, Vincennes, Indiana - 1998. The man, woman, and their terrified children huddled in the corner of the master bedroom, near the closet, listening to the mayhem going on outside, to their house being torn apart by some unearthly thing - and cowering in fear each time it began to make that sound; an loud, ear-splitting sound, almost deafening, a sort of a howling, shrieking sound, as if the thing was losing it's mind not being able to get to them.

The dog was so...huge. Byron Matthews had never seen a dog this big, not in all of his years at the animal shelter. It was so huge, menacing, and intimidating. But to Byron, the dog was so sweet, friendly, and lovable. But it was all an act, to gain Byron's trust. Act so sweet. Licking his fingers. Getting a taste for him.

A man develops a chronic case of constipation and consults a a gypsy for a cure, with very disastrous results.

A man whose rich but cheap Uncle that comes to sponge off of him each year, figures out a way to exact his own special brand of revenge.

Over the last several years, I have had more than one debate with other people as to whether animals - either domestic pets or in the wild - really have a soul. One thing I'm sure about is this: Our pets do possess the ability to exhibit true and unconditional love for their owners - without really asking for anything in return except for food and water and, of course, unconditional love, as well.

The whole neighborhood was terrified when people began disappearing into thin air after Zach and his Mom moved into the creepy old house on the corner lot. The whole neighborhood was afraid of young Zach. Zach was weird. Zach was creepy. What they didn't know yet was, Zach had a very unhealthy appetite.

A man with a strange fetish for wacthing violent acts realizes he has become much too close to his dangerous hobby.

A woman who has resorted to becoming an escort to survive in the year 2013 - after a nuclear bomb has wiped out about 40 percent of the city's population - has bad dreams of a phantom killer who attacks her in her sleep....

A man who is slowly but surely losing his mind, paranoid that he is being hunted by a killer, decides to take matters into his own hands and kill the other man first - if he can find him.

After Bud's Tavern burnt down in 2005, I walked by there right after it happened and took a quick peek inside. Whereas most folks who hadn't been a regular patron - that is, would have seen nothing more than a charred, burnt-out mess that needed demolished as soon as possible - I, myself, without even closing my eyes, saw something totally different.

They preferred small, out-of-the-way truck stops. Easy pickings. Mostly near-retirement-age truck drivers and lonely waitresses needing a lift home, or tourists just passing through on their way to much greener pastures...Hitchhiking can be a very dangerous habit. Especially when there are serial killers on the loose...

The full moon rose up over the lake, its beams shining on the rippling waters and making them shine like hundreds of tiny little diamonds. Back in the shadows of the wood, beyond the tree line, a thousand tiny little eyes shined like liquid pools of blood in the moon's light show, resembling a thousand tiny Christmas tree ornaments.

Alas...the good old days are gone. But not in our hearts - or our memories. That's the amazing thing about the human brain; it has this neat little “memory palace”, where can store all of our most favorite memories - and the palace has this neat little lock on the door that only WE can open. And inside that palace...oh, what memories!