Horror Stories: 51 Sleepless Nights: Thriller short story collection about Demons, Undead, Paranormal, Psychopaths, Ghosts, Aliens, and Mystery

392 Pages·2017·1.91 MB·English

by  Tobias Wade

51 Sleepless Nights

By

Tobias Wade
51 Sleepless Nights

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations,
businesses, places, events and incidents either are the product of
the author‘s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is
entirely coincidental.

51 Sleepless Nights
Copyright © 2017 Tobias Wade.
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be
reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the
express written permission of the publisher except for the use of
brief quotations in a book review.

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CONTENTS

Vicarious ................................................................................................ 9
Virtual Terror ....................................................................................... 21
The Angel Doll ..................................................................................... 32
My Mother the Spider Queen ............................................................. 43
Don't let him steal my child ................................................................ 52
The power of a small city .................................................................... 60
The 32.................................................................................................. 85
I Met the Devil on Tinder .................................................................... 97
Dreaming Without Sleep ................................................................... 109
Burning Desire ................................................................................... 114
Haunting Sound ................................................................................. 118
Killer Selfie ......................................................................................... 122
Unborn Doll ....................................................................................... 125
Confessions of a Serial Killer ............................................................. 127
The Final Question ............................................................................ 130
The Confession .................................................................................. 133
Children Collector ............................................................................. 139
Mother is Back .................................................................................. 147
The Suicide Bomber .......................................................................... 152
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Post Office Worker ............................................................................ 156
Who Wrote the Suicide Note? ........................................................... 160
The Psychedelic Tattoo ...................................................................... 165
She Was Asking For It ........................................................................ 169
Two Minds, One Body ....................................................................... 172
124 Terabyte Virus............................................................................. 179
The Human Sacrifice .......................................................................... 185
Countdown to the Beast .................................................................... 191
Anger Management ........................................................................... 203
The Masked Orgy ............................................................................... 215
Breaking and Entering for Dummies ................................................. 222
Like Father Like Son ........................................................................... 228
The Organ Harvesting Club ................................................................ 235
The Face on my Bedroom Wall .......................................................... 241
The Wall Between us ......................................................................... 247
Everyone Lives, but not Everyone Dies ............................................. 254
The Psychopath in my house ............................................................. 266
How to Start your own Cult ............................................................... 271
Three go to sleep. Four wake up. ...................................................... 277
She is still with me ............................................................................. 285
Dead Man Floating ............................................................................ 290
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I Loved her in the Winter .................................................................. 299
History Written in Scars .................................................................... 305
My Journey in a Parallel Universe ..................................................... 309
The Party that Changed my Life ........................................................ 321
The Solution to Prison Overcrowding ............................................... 326
A Letter from the Cold Case Files ...................................................... 334
The Organic Machine ........................................................................ 338
Painting the Roses Red ...................................................................... 344
I am a Human Voodoo Doll ............................................................... 353
The Monster Inside Us ...................................................................... 362
My Family Tradition to Feed the Spirit ............................................. 373
My Face Will be the Last Thing You See ............................................ 382

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Forward

IN DEFENSE OF FEAR
Why horror? Isn‘t there already enough fear in the world?
Yes there is, and that‘s exactly why horror entertainment is so
important.
Some people will try focus on ―positive emotions‖ such as
love and joy while repressing their fear, anger, jealousy, and
other ―negative‖ emotions.
I think this is an extremely dangerous thing to do, because
pretending they don‘t exist doesn‘t make the other emotions go
away. It only inhibits our ability to understand and control them
– and when we aren‘t controlling them, they‘re controlling us.
Without control, we are easy victims for any politician to use
our fears to manipulate our vote. We are helpless to the holy
man who uses our fear of the afterlife to control our values. We
are even inept to confess to the girl we love, or follow our
dreams, or anything else where fear stands as a boundary
between us and our goal.
There is no such thing as a ―positive‖ or ―negative‖ emotion.
Everything we feel contributes to making us human, and all
emotions have an equal capacity to improve or destroy our lives
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and the lives of those around us.
How many times has love been our justification for obsession
and greed?
Hasn‘t the pursuit of joy caused some of us to waste our lives
with selfish hedonism?
Even empathy for your neighbor has been used as grounds to
start wars or ostracize entire races and cultures that seem
different from us.
So do not judge fear as evil just because it can be used for evil
means. It is silly to blame a knife for a murder that its wielder
committed.
By appreciating the beauty of fear – fear as an art-form – by
accepting it is part of the human experience instead of trying to
run from it, we‘re able to better equip ourselves to handle the
fear in our daily lives.
That‘s why I‘ve decided to write horror. My goal is to dig
down to all the nameless terrors rooted in your subconscious
and rock you to the bottom of your psychology. I‘m going to let
all the monsters out from under your bed until you finally get a
good look at them and realize that fear can‘t hold you back
anymore.
That it can even be fun.
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Vicarious

Watching my son Andrew kick the winning goal. That‘s my
dream. Or catching his eye as he holds the science-fair trophy,
head held upright with the pride of our triumph. I still
remember how my own father looked the night my high school
football team won state. Two of my teammates hoisted me onto
their shoulders, and when Dad saw me, it was as though he
forgave himself for every mistake he‘s ever made – all because
he raised me into the man I had become.
I don‘t care what Andrew decides to pursue in life, I just want
him to be great at it. Isn‘t that what all father‘s want? He‘s going
to be eight next month, and I know the next generation‘s best
(his future competition) have already begun to refine their
talents. Mozart began playing at 3, Picasso could draw before he
could talk, and Michael Jackson was performing live by 6 years
old.
It‘s taken awhile for Andrew to find his niche, but lately he‘s
started getting really into mountain and trick biking. His mother
(Amy) thinks it‘s too dangerous, but I know how important it is
to be passionate about your skillset, so I encourage him every
chance I get. Amy just doesn‘t understand. She would see one
little cut or bruise, and then suddenly that‘s all that mattered. I
say if you aren‘t willing to bleed a little to achieve your dreams,
then you don‘t deserve to have them come true.
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That‘s why we started practicing in secret. I‘d tell Amy that
we were just going to ride around the block. We‘d both pedal
until the house was out of sight, then we‘d blast off toward the
hills wearing the same conspiratorial grin. He was good too,
fearlessly bouncing down cliffs and rocky slopes that would
have even given me pause. Every day he came home a little
stronger, and a little more confident than the day before. Every
day I knew it was worth all the exhaustion and sneaking
around, because he was going to be the best and I was going to
be the one who made it happen.
That is, until the day when it wasn‘t worth it anymore. We‘d
just gotten home from a trick competition at the skate park,
although it was hardly fair since Andrew was still 8 and all the
other kids were teenagers. Andrew slipped up while trying a
nose-wheelie, and was disqualified before even getting to show
off what he‘d been practicing. We were both so frustrated, but I
was still proud of him for not wasting any time and getting
straight back to the hillside to practice.
I could tell he wasn‘t being cautious this time. It was my fault
for applauding and egging him on to tackle bigger boulders and
obstacles. When you‘re disappointed, you can either give up or
try harder, and I just didn‘t want my boy to quit. When he asked
if I thought he could ramp off a rock to clear the ravine, I told
him what I thought he needed to hear.
―You can do anything you put your mind to,‖ I said.
We were wrong for believing in each other. I shouted when I
saw his back tire slipping right before he made the jump, but it
was already too late to do anything about. The bike pitched
forward and hurled him straight over the handlebars, twisting
the bike around on top of him as he flipped. Long before I heard
the grotesque snapping of his impact, I knew he wasn‘t going to
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