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Leo had planned to spend this Halloween with his daughter, Julie. But then the hand of fate stepped in, turning his life into a real-life nightmare.

Infamous Wisconsin murderer and cannibal Ed Gein reflects back on his days as a nocturnal grave robber and his odd habit of taking pictures of his victim's graves, which he believed enabled him to speak with the dead.

A centuries old vampire reflects back on his past - and looks forward to the future - with a sense of dread, knowing that no matter how much he tries to find true love, his soul mate, it will always end up the same: his blood lust will always prevail over love, the curse of being one of the undead...

We need to fight for our rights as American citizens now more than ever, against outside invaders, the Democratic party, and incorporate God and Jesus Christ back into our society post-haste - before all of the money hungry power mongers destroy our country as we know it - from the inside. And please, don't forget to pray for our president. He needs our support more than ever right now - and we need him, too.

I have always been a big fan of The Walking Dead, and I always wondered exactly what it was that caused the "zombie virus". The following story is based on my own version of what may have caused the virus, as well as what may have been a possible "cure" for the virus, if only temporary. There are many dark secrets in this post apocalyptic world I have created, and one of the darkest secrets of all was right under our protagonist's nose the whole time.

A crossover between the new wave vampire mythos and nasty aliens from another galaxy, this story features both of them, converging in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I have recently conducted a lot of research into why anyone would enjoy hurting animals, and the act itself has a specific term: zoo-sadism. The term stands for the act of deriving enjoyment from hurting animals, and below is a list of what these sick creeps enjoy doing: Neglecting them. Hoarding them. Shooting them. Beating them. Stabbing them. Mutilating them. Throwing them. Stomping on them. Burning them. Running over them with a car. Forcing them to act as “bait” animals for other animals to attack. It's time we fought back - and give these animals a voice again.

I know what a true travesty of justice is - from personal experience. In March of 2003, while still struggling with an alcohol addiction, I was arrested for a DUI - and my life was turned completely upside down for the next two and half years. You'd have thought I'd committed murder. Before I continue, please allow me to let the listener of this story know that yes, I fully understand the possible consequences of operating a motor vehicle while intoxicated. But in my case, nobody was hurt. Except me, that is.

Like the previous volumes, I'm sure there will be something in here for everybody. Whether it be a pleasant memory from your childhood or a sad memory that taught you a valuable lesson, or something funny to brighten up your gloomy day; I am pretty confident you will find it here. And as always, I had a real blast sitting back and creating some memories for you.

As one nation - under God - we can defeat this and bounce back. But only if we keep the faith and never, ever, allow anyone or anything to make us lose sight on what's important again: our freedoms of human contact. A hug or warm embrace. A tender kiss. The touch of a hand. A shoulder to cry on. Hearing our loved one's voices again - in person. Social gatherings instead of social media. Gathering in our places of worship to thank the one and only almighty God in Heaven for what we have because of his love and grace for us no matter how bad our sins may have been in our past.

I have assembled a vast collection of my favorite stories from my Growing Up in Vincennes series of books, volumes one through five, for this audiobook, dedicated to my mother, who always encouraged me to become a writer.

These days - in the age of the internet and so called “social networking” - the seemingly bold actions of my own generation seem very mild in comparison. Now days, two kids that think they're in love send each other sexually explicit text messages - known as “sexting” - complete with nude photos taken with their cell phone cameras.

On December 24, 2019, after almost six years of being an in home caregiver for my mother, it suddenly all came to an abrupt ending when my mother had to be admitted to the hospital - and then a nursing home - for her own good. One would think a man in my position would have felt at least a certain amount of relief, knowing in his heart that she was better off in the hands of trained employees who could give her 24-hour care, which I myself could not provide. What happened to me over the next few weeks all came crashing down on me at the same time.

This volume - just like the second volume - is somewhat different in theme than the first one. Whereas the first volume featured a variety of subjects, some of them even having to do with world events, this volume tends to lean in a totally different direction, some of the stories focusing on subjects more personal to us all, the stories more humble or grounded in the reality of life no matter how hard it may to deal with at times.

When Aileen and her brother were little kids, they thought their grandparents were their real parents. Truth was, their father was a satanist and child molester who hung himself in prison. Their mother was a whore who abandoned them when they were barely out of diapers. But that was nothing compared to what awaited her out in the real world.

As of 2015, it is believed that there are at least 200 serial killers active in the United States at any given time - 33 of them were from Indiana. Nobody in their own home town would have wanted to imagine a fledgling serial killer lurking about, searching for his next victim. Or imagine one being their next door neighbor or the relative of a friend or even attending the local college. Yet, since the early 1970s, Vincennes, Indiana, Knox County, and Indiana in general has had it's share of cold blooded murder.

Blue Shirt meets up with a fellow drifter, Ollie, who, along with his niece, Frieda, goes on another crime spree.

Now, Billy did believe in ghosts. Missy, completely whole again, if only for a brief moment in time, moved into the real world so that he could see and hear her singing. She began with the song she chose five years ago, stepping out of the shadows into a convenient patch of moonlight filtering in through the dirty clouds above them, looming over them like big gray ghosts.

The Hoosier state has had more than its share of good ghost stories over the years. But ghostly hauntings aren't the only creepy and strange happenings that have made campfire tales all the more interesting and spine-tingling. Feel free to listen to Strange Happenings in the Hoosier Heartland. If you dare...

Right outside Jacksonville, in the pitch-black darkness, the guy stood naked in the moonlight, surveying his current surroundings in horrified awe and wondering how it all came to this. He noticed that blood appeared almost black in the moonlight. There was a pool of it at his feet, having dripped down his lanky frame in rivulets, only moments ago.