Regina Puckett’s Short Tales of Horror by Regina Puckett

Regina Puckett
By Regina Puckett February 23, 2013 13:32

Regina Puckett’s Short Tales of Horror by Regina Puckett

Summary:

Mine- A night of ghost hunting with a sexy coworker turns into a deadly game of cat and mouse with an evil spirit. Can anything save them when the spirit decides they belong to him? Crying through Plastic Eyes-A messy divorce, a room filled with creepy dolls, and a missing six-year-old all create the perfect storm for a young mother’s worse nightmare. Will Work for Food- You see them everywhere begging for money or food. When an older couple decides to lend a helping hand to a young man and his son, someone gets more than they bargain for. Pieces-A battered woman confesses to the mutilation and death of her husband, but did she really commit this heinous crime? Paying the Hitchhiker-You see a beautiful young woman on the side of the road with her thumb out, asking for a ride. Who should be the most afraid: the hitchhiker or the person picking her up? Inheritance-A confession from Accalia’s grandmother about a curse and an inheritance are just the prologue to seven days of suffering through a living hell.

According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).

Excerpt:

Alle sniffed back tears. There was no way she was going to cry like some big old baby. It was a dark, scary building, so what? In the bright light of day, it was certain to be just a dusty, old building. In just a couple of more hours, the sun would be up and if James hadn’t returned by then, she would find her own way out of the building and back home. James had better hope she didn’t have to that, because if she did, she was going to post messages on Facebook and Twitter, and let everyone know what a jerk he was. By the time she was finished, he would never get another date.

The damn dimple should have been a dead giveaway. She had never dated anyone with a dimple who had ever turned out to be the person he presented himself to be. Dimples were her Achilles’ heel. She loved them. It didn’t really matter where they were located; chin or cheeks. However, she didn’t know what it was about having a dimple that turned a guy into such a total ass. Maybe it was because the dimple made them look so innocent and appealing that they could get away with murder. Most guys could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and all they had to do to get out of trouble was to grin. That dimple would come out, and all would be forgiven, but it was going to take a lot more than a cute dimple for her ever to forgive James for deserting her.

Without warning, the atmosphere in the hallway took a dramatic change. The air around Alle felt thicker and pulsated between hot and cold.

The muggy air had so much static electricity in it that every hair on her body felt as if it was standing on end. That strange sensation set her on edge, and she was unprepared when someone let out a long, slow sigh into her right ear. She could have chalked up the sigh as something out of her imagination, but there wasn’t just the sound of the sigh, but a breeze that blew across the back of her neck and cheek.

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