Signed in as:
filler@godaddy.com
A generational legend...
Dark corners of the forest...
Monsters in the midst.
Don't go into the woods until you know the entire story of the BOOHERMAN. 😱
OCTOBER 31, 2017
Marta is haunted by the events in the forest on that tragic day, so many years ago. She won't rest until she has answers about her little brother. "They take them," the legend warned, "the children are not safe in the woods...and neither are YOU..."
Officer Daniel Olona knows something is terribly wrong with the wooded area he patrols. Too many stories unexplained, and people reported missing. It keeps him up at night, and when locals report a group of hunters engaged in 'dangerous activity with lots of gunfire,' he knows something has to be done...
"They're not from around here," someone reported, "And they're intent on finding LOTS of trouble..."
**Warning: these are adult tales of terror! Featuring a limited edition cover through the month of October! 😲
Oklahoma Territory, October 1854
The native warrior knelt in front of his horse, waiting restlessly near the upside-down tree sunk deep into the ground of the heavily wooded forest. The wind blew, sending the terrible odor of death their way. His horse whinnied and pulled away, stepping back sharply.
It did not like being there.
The warrior let out a troubled sigh, moved his rifle from his crouched legs, and stood tall. He turned to his fellow warrior, a much younger Native, and signaled them to continue forward. The younger man let his horse’s reins free, and it moved away, joining the other horse.
“We enter by ourselves, Luksi,” the seasoned warrior said.
“Le Fluer,” Luksi was visibly upset. “What do we do if these…things present themselves? How do we…”
Le Fluer slowly shook his head. “We do nothing. We must alert the rest of the tribe. Convene a council meeting and discuss the matter.”
They began walking toward the trees, noticing limbs broken much higher in the canopy. Whatever had walked through there was enormous.
“Something monstrous made its way here,” Luksi's voice was shaky. It was slight, but there was no mistaking it. La Fluer nodded in agreement.
“Something very large and very commanding,” he pointed, “look at the height of those broken branches. Incredible. You or I couldn’t have made those breaks.”
“We must return…now.” Luksi stopped in his tracks.
La Fluer continued on, moving slowly in that terrible direction, his rifle at his side. He didn’t look back.
“We stop now, and we have nothing to report to the elders. How would they decide without our observations?”
Luksi grunted and began walking forward, rushing to the great warrior’s side. He breathed deeply in anguish. “Just as long as it’s known, this is not what I wanted.”
“Nor I.”
Luksi squinted his eyes to look beyond the shadow from the branches overhead. They approached the source of the terrible smell. There were more large roots and dirt pulled from the earth. As though something had torn through the area in a great rush.
“Yokobli!” The young warrior placed a strong arm in front of La Fluer, praying he’d stop. La Fluer shoved it aside and kept walking. The forest had gone completely silent. Not a bird chirping, not a squirrel foraging. There was nothing. The warrior looked down at the blood-soaked earth and the body parts lying on the ground…
more from A Haunted New Mexico!
Some Thing from a known universe...
And the legend of the Lobo.
"...The bastard I heard was a monster, a real nightmare wrapped in a fiery hell.
That’s when I felt something take over me. Something I’d never even imagined before. A feeling like something was transforming. There was something very, very wrong, and I had to stop it from getting worse.
I could feel my legs moving faster.
I could feel my arms move toward the ground, like I was clawing at the dirt while I sprinted..."
** Caution** These ADULT New Mexican tales are:
Gritty.
Raw.
Rough.
DANGEROUS.
These are tales that take readers to the dark places. There are no trigger warnings. EVERYTHING is on the table. From apparitions that can take your soul, to unexplained news reports, and lights in the sky, tales mold the past, the present, and a frightening future…if only in our imagination.
“Come with me, cuz we’re going into the depths of a nightmare. Ay dios mío…”
