Reaper: A Horror Novella – Happy 3rd Bookiversary!
Today’s a very special day. It’s Reaper’s 3rd bookiversary!
Reaper: A Horror Novella was my first published work. I was inspired by my love of Halloween and a binge of many classic horror movies. But most of all, I couldn’t have done it without the supports of friends and family.
If you love chills and thrills and haven’t had a chance to take this book for a test run, dive right in! It’s 99 cents across all platforms (you can access that by clicking here or the photo above), and I’m including the book trailer and an excerpt below if you want to sample it out.
Happy reading, and I hope you’ll continue to try out some of my scares in the future!
How do you fight a monster?
Halloween night, 1992. Promised the allowance he’s always dreamed of, Gregory has to babysit his little sister Imogen and hand out candy.
That was before the basement door opened on its own. Before the strange door appeared in the basement. Before Imogen was taken from him by that terrifying monster.
Now, Gregory has to scramble to put the pieces together before it’s too late. Where did the door come from? What was that creature? Can he save his sister, or is she already gone forever?
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I shined my flashlight on the wooden steps leading below, doing my best to stay calm as a frigid chill raised goosebumps on my arms and legs. There’s nothing down here but your stupid little sister. Monsters don’t exist. You’re being a baby.
Ignoring my own thoughts, I forced myself to begin my descent. Each step on the rickety stairs gave a loud squeak that made my heart pound and skin tingle. My flashlight continued to guide me down the steps, but the further down I went, the more it seemed that the darkness was getting thicker. Was that even possible? It’s all in your head.
By the time I reached the bottom of the steps, my nerves were rattled. Imogen had better be down here, and she better be ready to go. I was done playing these stupid games.
An awful smell rose on my left. I turned my light to it. On top of an old wooden table was an ornate black lantern. Wisps of black smoke came off it, but no light. I gave a good sniff and instantly recoiled.
Who lit this terrible thing? This was ten times worse than the stinky candles Mom lit every year. I plugged my nose and gave the contents of the lantern another glance. Inside was a grey-looking candle with weird flecks of black stuff molded inside of it. My nose crinkled. Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I needed to find Immy.
I turned back around to the rest of the basement. “Immy? Immy!” I shouted. I thought I heard a scuffle up ahead, so I shined my light that way.
Numerous toys littered the floor and old furniture covered with large white sheets took up most of the space in the basement. Something about the odd shapes the unwanted stuff created creeped me out, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I stood still, listening in the darkness. Was that … breathing? It was faint, but what else did I have to go off of?
I maneuvered around a cluster of covered couches, wiping my sweaty palms on my pants as I ventured towards the back. Ahead of me were small rows of sheeted items, but one stood out to me, one particularly little-girl shaped.
I smirked. Nice try, Immy.
I crept up on my toes, and as soon as I was within arm’s reach, I yanked the white sheet away. “Aha!” It was a rusty standing birdcage. But I could’ve sworn … Damn it! I kicked the nearest couch and wandered aimlessly to vent off my frustration.
What could I do to draw Immy out? Talking to her wasn’t working; I’d already tried that. I could try the candy route, but the bucket was all the way upstairs and she could hide again by the time I got back. I supposed I could knock stuff around until she emerged, but then I’d have to clean it all up or Mom and Dad would kill me. I walked up to an uncovered desk and wiped my finger along the top, inspecting the layer of dust on my forefinger. Maybe I could scare her out.
Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle from under the desk. I shrieked and yanked my leg back as my heart pounded.
That’s a Wrap!
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Happy book birthday, Reaper! 🎉🎉🎉
The Reapers shriek from behind the metal cages I’ve put them in for onlookers to gawk at today, swiping with their spindly claws. I think they took your congrats well? Haha!
Haha! I love it. Such beautiful music they make.
Oh my gosh, you have my sides hurting! Yes, such lovely discordant music. *twitches*
Happy bookiversary to Reaper! It’s a fun story, Jonny.:-)
Thanks Priscilla! May the world never have to experience them in reality!
Happy 3rd birthday Reaper!! It’s a good story and I’m so glad you followed it up with a full length novel.
Thanks Misty! Looking forward to sharing new scary stuff soon.