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Urban Horror 3: Five More Stories
Urban Horror 3: Five More Stories
Urban Horror 3: Five More Stories
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Urban Horror 3: Five More Stories

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What! No Vampires or Zombies! Something far more original.
Gripping, hard-hitting Contemporary Horror stories that lie on the edge of what is reality and what is fantasy.
Following on from the highly successful Volumes One & Two comes five more stories.
Each story features a contemporary character (they may remind you of someone you know) who finds themselves in an everyday situation (one that we may all have experienced at some time) that is given a horrific twist.
Suitable for readers age 14 and up.

In this series :

The End of the Line - A Commuter falls asleep on the train and misses his stop.

The Burglary - A gang break into the home of a rich old man, unaware of what they are walking into.

Happy Birthday - May The Worst Of Your Past Be The Best Of Your Future.

Rogue Trader - A Cowboy Builder takes on more than he can handle.

Corner of the Eye - A New York Journalist sees something out of the corner of her eye.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 31, 2015
ISBN9781311576002
Urban Horror 3: Five More Stories
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Richard GK Stark

Richard GK Stark is based in the UK. His background includes a Degree in Physics and 17 years experience working in New Media Publishing - including Video, Books, CD-ROMs & Internet Publishing.He is also a talented Classical Singer, from which he now makes a full time living. (see http://www.richardstark.co.uk)He also runs a Publishing Company, RGK Media Ltd.He first noticed a talent for writing as a child, his stories became very popular with the other kids during school or on camping trips.Up until now working in Publishing and Opera Singing took up the majority of his time.His first book - Four Short Horror Stories, focusses on contemporary characters in everyday experiences that are given a horrific twist.More Short Horror Stories and Comedy/Fantasy works are planned for future release.He has also written two Operas.

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    Urban Horror 3 - Richard GK Stark

    Urban Horror 3 :

    Five More Stories

    by Richard GK Stark

    Copyright © 2014 by Richard GK Stark

    Website : http://www.richardstark.co.uk

    © 2014 Copyright RGK Media Ltd. All Rights reserved.

    Preface :-

    These Short Horror Stories are the third in a series of contemporary Urban Horror Stories. They have a common theme in that they are based on everyday experiences we have all had, given a horrific twist.

    The characters are all contemporary, everyday characters (in fact they may remind you of someone) and the situations they find themselves in are all ones that could happen to all of us – so the next time that you do...

    More stories are planned for later in the year, including a Ghost Story Novella and a full length Comedic Novel, so tell your friends and look out for future releases.

    The End of The Line

    A Short Horror Story by Richard GK Stark

    In a crowded train station Ralph pushes his way forward, commuter briefcase and raincoat in hand, and checks the Departures board.

    Phew the train's not left yet. I can still make it if I hurry.

    He hustles his way through the masses and makes for one of the less crowded carriages, nearly losing his briefcase in the process, if it hadn’t been for a cast-iron gym workout grip. There were still a couple of seats left but other people had their eye on them - a man in his twenties, a woman in her thirties in a business suit who could have been a few months pregnant (hard to tell), another woman in her sixties, and forty something Ralph. In the race that ensues the young man reaches a seat first followed by Ralph, who narrowly beats the older woman to the last seat. Mysteriously the young man then gives up his seat to the thirty something woman.

    Once settled Ralph searches through his briefcase, pulls out his Kindle and continues reading the latest novel by an Author he'd just recently discovered on the Internet.

    He had been doing this journey home for more than twelve years and knew he had about forty minutes before the train reached his stop. A while later the guy sitting next to Ralph nudges him in the arm making him look up from his Fantasy World. He was just about to give the guy next to him an angry stare when he notices the guard wishing to check his ticket. As he fumbles for his Season Pass the guard looks on suitably unimpressed, particularly at the array of electronic gadgets he has in his pockets.

    Within moments he returns once again to the book, and barely notices the people gradually alighting at each stop. It had been a long week, and a weariness soon falls upon him, sending him into a deep sleep.

    A while later the train jolts to a halt, throwing him forward onto the seating opposite. He looks up to see it is dark, and the train carriage now empty.

    Shit I've missed my stop. Where am I? I’ve never been this far out before.

    He peers out of the window but can see very little through the mist that had mysteriously appeared outside. All he can make out includes a rusty wrought iron bench, a torn faded notice board with a yellowed paper timetable pinned to it and a wooden signpost. Ralph tries to read what the signpost says but half the letters are missing. It reads b--mp-o-.

    His attention turns back to the carriage.

    Hello. Anyone there? No reply.

    Empty and devoid of lights the carriage took on an eerie, insidious tone, in stark contrast to the bustle of peak time travel.

    He collects his things and makes his way to the exit, nearly falling out of the carriage as the gap between it and the platform was much larger than he expected. He looks around and tries to discern through the thickening fog either a screen telling him when the next train would be or at least somewhere he could ask.

    Nothing. Just silence.

    He proceeds cautiously into the fog, to an overhead staircase which makes an archaic metallic sound every time he sets his feet down. Once over the bridge and back on concrete he stops for a moment and thinks he can hear the sound of a door or a gate closing.

    Hello! Anybody there? He hurries in the direction of the sound.

    Whoever it is had already left and he soon finds himself by the exit to the station. A wide cobblestone road leads away into the fog.

    I guess I have no choice. My God I might be stuck here until the morning. Better ring my wife. Come on…. Damn. No signal. Must be in a valley or other blind spot.

    Ralph looks back at the railway station and notices a larger wooden sign, though still missing some letters Br--p-on.

    Never heard of it.

    Walking down the road he notices a large lake on his right.

    That must be why it’s so misty here. I must be in some kind of glacial valley. The road continues for nearly a mile until he makes out what looks like a village ahead.

    Good. Civilization at last.

    However, the row of cottages he walks past are not as assuring as he had hoped. There are no lights on, though one cottage gives the faint glow of what he presumes is an open fire in the lounge. Also, there are no cars or vehicles of any kind parked outside as there would be in any other urban area (in fact many villages would have so many cars that you would barely be able to move). The whole village is eerily quiet for a Friday mid-evening.

    Having no choice but to keep going Ralph eventually comes to a pond, which he presumes marks the centre of the village. Next to it he can see a well and a large wooden apparatus, a bit like a see saw with a chair at one end dangling close to the edge of the pond with a counterweight at the other end.

    My God, a Ducking Stool. That must be one of the few remaining in existence. It must be worth a fortune.

    Ralph pauses to take a look at it, and even tries

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