Title: Night Terror
Author: Jeff Gunhus
Publisher: Seven Guns Press
Pages: 400
Genre: Supernatural Thriller/Horror
Format: Kindle
Author: Jeff Gunhus
Publisher: Seven Guns Press
Pages: 400
Genre: Supernatural Thriller/Horror
Format: Kindle
Ten years after her abduction and
near-sacrifice to the Source, Sarah Tremont struggles to be a normal teenager.
As much as she’s tried to suppress the power inside of her, it’s grown
dangerously strong and has drawn the attention of those who want to possess her
power for themselves.
The nightmare that she thought was long over
starts again as powerful forces descend upon Prescott City to seek her out. With her parents and
Joseph Lonetree’s help, Sarah must stand up to an evil much more powerful than
the one she faced in the caves a decade earlier. But in the end, she discovers
the greatest danger might come from the power living inside of her.
Charlie Winters didn’t scream. Not because the pain had
stopped, because it hadn’t. Every nerve in his body was still on fire, bursting
with electric signals to his brain that the bag of meat, sinew, and bone that
was supposed to protect it was being systematically destroyed. Pound by pound,
his flesh was eaten. Ounce by ounce, his blood was guzzled down.
His screams stopped only because his vocal cords were raw
and bloody and had ceased to function. None of the dozen or so attackers had
bothered to silence him when they started the feast, and Charlie had screamed
and screamed until he could do so no more.
Even with his throat filled with blood, he still tried to
cry out, expelling a spray of red mist. The men feasting near his head enjoyed
this and breathed in the vapors of his bloody exhalation. One of the men’s
thick fingers dug into Charlie’s left eye socket and scooped out his eyeball,
giving a quick yank to pop it loose from the strand of nerves attached to it.
Charlie felt another man put his lips around the empty socket and suck hard at
the juices inside his head. Nails clawed at and then ripped off the small pad
of meat on his cheek, a delicacy on ten-year-old boys as much as it was on
suckling pigs.
Charlie closed his eyes and begged for death.
An hour earlier he had been a regular boy, just like
anyone else.
But then again, he knew that wasn’t really true. He’d
never been like anyone else. And now it had finally cost him.
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