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Sever: Five Tales of Horror
Sever: Five Tales of Horror
Sever: Five Tales of Horror
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5 tales of horror

Day Trip
A young couple on a hiking trip stumbles across death in the woods of Eastern Kentucky.

August
A private investigator with powers beyond the norm faces a ghost that just won't go away.

Dark Side of Io
The crew of a spaceship finds a deadly stowaway on board.

Terror in the Flare Lights
A serial killer's eyes are opened to his true self.

Devil and Devil Damned
A historical figure in Bohemia of the late 1500s deals with an exorcism.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherTy Johnston
Release dateAug 4, 2009
ISBN9781452397061
Sever: Five Tales of Horror
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Ty Johnston

Originally from Kentucky, Ty Johnston is a former newspaper journalist. He lives in North Carolina with loving memories of his late wife.Blog: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    Sever - Ty Johnston

    SEVER

    five tales of horror

    by Ty Johnston

    a Monumental Works Group author

    Copyright 2009 by L. M. Press

    visit the author’s website: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    Publication acknowledgments

    Day Trip was originally published at www.demonictome.com

    August was originally published at www.demonictome.com

    Dark Side of Io is finding its first publication here in these pages.

    Terror in the Flare Lights was originally published at www.thetinyglobule.com

    Devil and Devil Damned was originally published at flashesinthedark.com

    Table of Contents

    Day Trip

    August

    Dark Side of Io

    Terror in the Flare Lights

    Devil and Devil Damned

    for the King

    Day Trip

    Brakes! Brakes! BRAKES!

    Peter woke in time to slam his foot on the pedal, but it wasn't enough to stop the crash.

    The outside world exploded as glass burst and metal crunched. There was a terrible thud.

    Then he could see and hear again. Mandy was screaming in the passenger seat. The front end of the car was smashed against the back of a beat-up black '74 Nova that didn't look any worse for the accident. Something thick and syrupy was flowing down the front of Peter's shirt and he guessed it was blood when he spit two teeth into his lap.

    You alright? he asked through the numbness in his mouth.

    Mandy stopped screaming and stared at him with shocked eyes. Oh God, I thought you were dead.

    What happened? Peter noticed she had worn her seatbelt. Thank God for small miracles. The only thing that had kept him from flying through the windshield was the steering wheel.

    I woke and you had fallen asleep at the wheel, Mandy said, her voice gaining some control. I looked up in time to see the car in front of us. I tried to scream to wake you.

    Peter nodded through the pain that was beginning to take the place of the numbness. I heard you.

    He looked outside and saw it was fully night now. Last he remembered the sun had just been going down.

    I guess I should get out and ... I don't know, look for a phone to call the cops, Peter said, reaching for the door release.

    We're in the backwoods of Kentucky, Pete. We're not going to find a phone for miles.

    Peter thought he heard a little anger in her voice. That was to be expected. It hadn't been her idea to drive out to the middle of nowhere to go hiking for the weekend. It hadn't been her idea to leave the cell phone at home so they could get away from the world for a while.

    Peter glanced up to see a figure exit the vehicle in front of them. He couldn't make out much more than the person was tall. The headlights on their car must have burst.

    Don't worry, honey, Peter said, looking at the license plate on the Nova. This guy's a local. He can tell us where to call --

    Another explosion filled the night and a large snowflake appeared in the windshield.

    Mandy began screaming again.

    For half a second Peter didn't know what was happening. Then there was another explosion, a hole the size of a silver dollar appeared in the hood of his car, and Peter recognized the sound of a powerful gun.

    Without thought he shifted into R and floored the accelerator.

    Someone kept saying Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Peter was about to tell them to shut up when he realized he was the one saying it.

    Another explosion filled the air.

    Another snowflake appeared in the windshield as a hornet of lead whizzed by Peter's right ear, taking a sample of blood with it.

    Peter spun the wheel until the car was

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