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Terror Tales: Volume Two: Terror Tales, #2

Terror Tales: Volume Two: Terror Tales, #2

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Terror Tales: Volume Two: Terror Tales, #2

236 pages
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Jan 2, 2018


Introducing a second volume of original horror stories based around the things that people fear most. Phobias, childhood terrors and personal demons are all explored and twisted into sometimes violent and always disturbing tales designed to chill the reader to the core. 
If you are a fan of Tales from the Crypt, The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Black Mirror and other horror anthology TV shows, then this collection is for you!

Just one question remains. Dare you face your fears and those of others?

Jan 2, 2018

About the author

Michael Bray is a bestselling author / screenwriter. Influenced from an early age by the suspense horror of authors such as Stephen King, Richard Laymon, Shaun Hutson, James Herbert & Brian Lumley, along with TV shows like Tales from the Crypt & The Twilight Zone, his work touches on the psychological side of horror, teasing the reader’s nerves and willing them to keep turning the pages. Several of his titles are currently being translated into multiple languages and he recently sold movie rights to his novel, MEAT with production planned to take place in 2017.   A screenplay written by Bray / Shaw based on their co written novel MONSTER  was picked up for distribution by Mandala Films, with both Bray and Shaw set to produce / direct the movie, taking his career into new territory as he looks to write more for both the literary world and the screen. Where to find Michael Bray online Official website: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Google +:

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For everyone who contributed to the creation of this book. Thank you for trusting me with the things that scare you the most. I hope I did them justice.


Dark Corners



Echoes (Whisper Trilogy book II)

Voices (Whisper Trilogy book III)

Whisper: The untold stories


Forgotten Fears

From the Deep

Return to the Deep

Spawn of the Deep

The Island

The Last Mutation

Cody Rexell: Monster Hunter

Cody Rexell & The Cannibal Death Camp

Project Apex

The Dark Place (Hell on earth book one)


Art (With Matt Shaw)

Monster (With Matt Shaw)

Home Video (With Matt Shaw)

Trapped (With Matt Shaw)

Deranged: The complete works of Bray & Shaw

The House that Hell Built (With Matt Shaw & Stuart Keane)

Something in the Dark


Autumn was in full force, leaving the pavements a carpet of crisp yellows and the trees bare and skeletal as winter made its relentless approach. Sophie had always liked this time of year when the air starts to bite a little against the skin. She clung to Sam’s arm, glad she let him talk her into a Saturday morning walk. It was a little after ten and the streets were quiet. They were meandering, enjoying the cold and each other’s company.

‘Fancy a walk in the park?’ Sam said, half turning towards her as the trees rained gold around them.

Sophie nodded. She knew the park and was familiar with it, yet she still felt a pang of anxiety. Sam knew the signs and squeezed her hand. ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to. It was just an idea.’

‘No, I’m fine. The park sounds nice.’

The park was empty apart from a couple of old people walking dogs. Often on a weekend, it would be full of people sitting on the grass or children swarming over on the playground area, but the cold weather had driven most indoors. The park was surrounded on three sides by trees with the entrance and road on the fourth side. A small park with a picnic area sat at one side with markings for football and rugby fields painted more towards the centre for when the local Sunday league teams would play, although it seemed there were no games scheduled for today. Although Sam and Sophie passed the park most days on the way to their respective places of work, they rarely visited it, life generally proving too busy for the most part, which made the chance to relax one they fully intended to make the most of. Like everywhere else, the trees were shedding their leaves and had left a carpet of gold and brown on the ground. As Sophie looked at it framed against the pale blue sky, she wondered why she had neglected to come for so long.

‘This is nice,’ Sam said as he led her through the gate. She followed and linked arms with him as they walked around the path edging the park. They were silent for a while, passing benches and waste bins, as well as the occasional green painted exercise machine installed by the council to encourage people to get out and exercise.

A small dog approached and sniffed them with enthusiasm, their owner nodding as they crossed paths.

‘It’s so quiet here.’ Sophie said.

‘I prefer that, though. It’s like we have the place to ourselves.’

They were now at the back edge of the park, the expanse of grass now to their left, the trees to their right. Sophie was lost in thought, enjoying the silence, when Sam stopped, snapping her back to the present.

‘Look at this,’ He said, pointing towards the trees.

It would have been easy to miss.  There was a narrow path disappearing into the tree line. Beside it, a small faded white sign read: Sunshine Park.

‘I didn’t know there was another park here. Shall we go take a look?’ Sam said, taking a few steps towards the path.


Sophie hated new places. She had an overwhelming fear of getting lost, and even though this was in her local area, a place she knew well, there was no escape from the butterfly feeling in her stomach which fluttered and rolled.

‘I don’t mind,’ she said, not wanting to cause an issue or a problem. She knew Sam would understand if she were reluctant. They had been together for a long time and he was well aware of her fear of unknown places. Maybe because it was her local area and they lived less than a mile away, this wouldn’t count as something she should be afraid of yet, something in her gut told her not to go down the path. She was sure, even though they hadn’t been to the park for a while that the path wasn’t there last time they visited, although it was possible she was wrong. It could have been out of sight of just unnoticed. It could even have been newly installed since they last visited. She tried to recall how long it had been since the last visit and guessed it was four years or more. She approached the sign, the grubby white steel rusting on the edges, the once vibrant black lettering faded and washed out. She touched it. The steel was cold and clammy, and she had the urge to wipe her hands on her jeans.

‘You okay? We can just carry on walking, it’s no big deal,’ Sam said, putting his hands into his jacket pockets.

And she knew he meant it, and that was one of the things she loved about him. He understood how she felt and wouldn’t make a fuss or cause drama if she decided she didn’t feel comfortable enough to try it. She told herself it was stupid, that it was just a path to another part of the park. Nothing to worry about and if she couldn’t conquer a small fear such as this, there was little hope she ever would.

‘No,’ she said, turning towards him and forcing a smile. ‘Let’s go take a look.’

She linked arms with him and they started down the narrow path.


Sophie’s fears were unfounded. The narrow path curled for a short while through the trees before dipping. Beneath them, surrounded by a natural bowl of trees was the second park which from their vantage point looked spectacular caught in the light of the sun.

‘Wow, how did we not know this was here?’ Sophie said as they started down the sloped path. As they neared the park, Sophie’s ears popped. The last time it had happened was when she was on an aeroplane. She turned to Sam to tell him what had happened and saw he was frowning.

‘What’s wrong?’

He looked at her and grinned. ‘Nothing, it’s just I don’t understand how this place is here.’

‘We’ve probably just missed it, that’s all,’ she said as they made it to level ground.

‘No, that’s not what I mean. I don’t get the geography. I always thought Asda was on the other side of the park. Not this place.’

She paused to consider. There was indeed an Asda supermarket next to the park. She stopped and looked around her, craning her neck back towards the hill they had just descended then looked at Sam again. ‘Yeah, I get what you mean. I think our sense of direction is off a little, though. The path here was curved, remember? I don’t think this place is behind the other park directly, but next to it.’

‘Oh, it’s not a big deal, it just threw me off. Clearly, it’s here, as we’re standing on it, but for a second it threw me off.’

‘What do you want to do?’ Sophie asked, looking at the park. It was similar in design to the other one, but because of the fact that it was in a natural bowl of trees, it was more intimate and quiet. A path made of gravel instead of concrete curled around the edge of the park before disappearing into the tree line. Further ahead, they could see where it came out on the opposite side of a small reed filled pond. Ahead, they could see a woman jogging, her luminous lycra pants blinding in the sunlight. She followed the curve of the path into the trees and they were once again alone.

‘It’s nice here,’ Sam said, already forgetting his concerns. ‘What do you want to do?’

‘We’re here now, let’s walk around it, then we can go home.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

A gentle breeze brought the subtle smell of fresh grass and flowers to them, and Sophie chose that moment to look at Sam, his features framed against the pale sky. They began to walk, and later, she would remember that moment, that decision not to turn back there and then, and how Sam still wore that ghost of a frown that said something was still bothering him.


‘I can’t believe how quiet it is here.’ Sam said as they stood by the pond.  A couple of ducks swam in lazy unhurried circles at the other side of the water, leaving ripples behind them.

‘Yeah,’ Sophie said, ‘it’s quiet.’ There was no birdsong, no sound of traffic from the road. She suspected it was in part due to the nature of the surroundings, the lower elevation and trees filtering out all ambient noise. Still, it was enough to unsettle her and she was starting to wish they had just ignored the path to the second park and stuck to what they knew.

‘Come on, let's carry on then we can get home,’ Sam said, perhaps sensing her discomfort.

She was glad he said it as the more time she spent in the park the more uncomfortable it made her feel.  He took her hand and led her around the path into the trees. The light of the day was swallowed by the branches, giving the entire place a foreboding feel. As with the rest of the park, no birds sang, in fact, now that she was actively listening, Sophie couldn’t hear any sound other than the ones they were making. The path curved through the trees, the ground at either side a carpet of brown leaves. Even Sam had grown quiet, and she wondered if he had tuned into the unique vibe of the place. They followed the curve, and although it wasn’t something they vocalized, both of them were glad to see the sunlight scattered across the path that signalled they would once again be in open air. They increased their pace, neither having to speak yet instinctively knowing what the other was feeling. They reached the warmth of the sun, its golden rays warming them. Sophie felt herself relax, only then realizing how tense her body had been.

‘I don’t understand.’ Sam said.

She opened her eyes and focused on him. The frown had deepened and beneath it, she saw something new. Something she hadn’t witnessed before. She could see fear. There was no need to ask what was wrong. Just looking around gave them their answer. They should have been by the pond, the gentle curve bringing them out on the other side so they could follow the rest of the path around towards the way they had entered.  She wondered if they had gone the wrong way, or if the path had gone in a different direction to the one they had expected, but she instantly dismissed each notion. The path went the way it should have, the curve following the contours of the unseen pond. As they exited, it should now be to their left, the way they had come across the water beyond it. Only now, as they looked at it, there was no pond. Where it should have been was an expanse of grass and a small picnic area comprising of half a dozen wood tables. The path they had walked when they entered the park was also gone. Instead, neatly cut grass stretched away into the distance behind them. The path they were on stretched out ahead of them before dipping out of sight downhill.

‘I don’t...I...’ Sam looked at her, struggling to find the words. ‘What’s going on here?’

Sophie would have replied, but her brain was too preoccupied to action such petty things as conversation. She was staring at this new landscape, knowing it shouldn’t be there, and what she was looking at was impossible. She tried to speak, failed, then licked her lips and tried again. ‘Let’s go back. I want to go home.’

‘Yeah, I think that’s the best idea.’

They turned to retrace their steps, both of them staring and trying to figure out what was going on. There were no trees. No path. What had been there seconds earlier was now gone. In its place was a green painted fence, its top ringed with barbed wire. On the fence was a faded sign, the screws holding it in place rusty and weeping brown streaks down the façade of the sign. Even so, they could see the words printed there.


Beyond the fence, more open fields stretched as far as they could see.

‘I don’t understand,’ Sam muttered, looking around as if the answers would be scattered on the ground around him.

‘Sam, what do we do now?’ Sophie said, hearing herself as if from some distance away. she thought it was because of the situation, and how it was her way of tuning out to what was happening, but as she listened to Sam repeat how little he understood the situation, she realized it wasn’t her brain causing her to sound distant, it was this place. The air was different and words and sound carried differently. She remembered how her ears had popped when they first followed the path to get to the park and wondered if that was when they had stepped out of the ordinary and into whatever strange world they had entered.

‘I don’t understand, we didn’t stray from the path.’

‘Sam,’ she said, trying to get his attention, but Sam was struggling to deal with the situation in his own way and as men were apt to do, was trying to figure out a solution. He had his hands on the green painted metal fence, shaking it as if touching it would break some illusion.


‘It’s not possible. The trees were just here...’

‘Sam, are you listening to me?’

‘Then the pond. Why isn’t it there?’

‘Sam,’ she said again, grabbing his arm. He looked at her, broken from his loop of disbelief.

‘What do we do now?’ He asked.

She had no answer. She had never seen him like this. He had always been confident, always able to solve problems and do so without drama. Now, though, in the face of something nobody would even have any hope of handling, he was close to breaking. She couldn’t blame him. She was close to that place too, the fear in the back of her throat a thick, bitter thing she could taste.

‘I know,’ he said, turning away from the fence, eyes bulging as he took in the new surroundings. ‘We’ll call someone. Call for help.’ He took his phone out of his jeans pocket and stared at the display. ‘Mine’s dead.’ He said. ‘What about yours?’

She took hers out of her bag, knowing before she looked it was pointless. Even though the phone had been fully charged before they came out of the house, now the display was blank. She held the power button to try and restart it without success.

The two of them stood and stared at their new surroundings, the silence like a physical thing clinging to them.

‘That woman.’ Sophie said, turning to Sam, hating how dull and muted the words sounded as they came out.

‘What woman?’

‘The jogger in the luminous leggings. She never came out.’

‘Sam looked at her, the words still not sinking in. she sighed and explained in more detail.

‘When we were walking towards the pond, there was that woman jogging head of us.’

‘What about her?’

‘She never came out of the other side of the pond either.’

‘Don’t say that. She probably did, we just didn’t see her. It’s not like we were paying attention to her.’

Sophie was paying attention, though. Even then, something about the vibe of the place had felt off to her, and so she had subconsciously made a note of the jogger and knew she hadn’t come out on the other side of the pond when she had gone into the trees. She looked around, wondering if she too was here in this new place, hoping against hope to see those dazzling lycra pants further down the path, but they were completely alone.

‘I want to go home. I need to get out of here.’ Sophie could feel herself starting to lose it. Everything was starting to unravel for her and she didn’t know how to handle it.

‘Let’s keep walking. Try not to worry just yet.’ Sam said, the words empty and without meaning. Knowing there was no other choice, she allowed him to lead her further down the winding path past neatly trimmed grass and flower beds. They didn’t speak, but unlike the peaceful quiet of earlier, this was a tense silence. The deeper they got into the park, the more they knew the geography of it was impossible. It simply couldn’t fit in the world they had come from before her ears and popped and the silence had smothered them. With every moment that passed, Sophie could feel the tension rise, and with it, the fear which crept into her with the growing cold. It was as she was in this half daydream state that Sam stopped walking. She blinked and looked at him, then followed his line of sight.

There was a man on the path.

He was standing by a rose bush, hands clasped behind his back, balding head gleaming in the sunlight as the breeze fluttered the ring of snow coloured hair which remained. He hadn’t yet seen them and seemed lost in smelling the pink roses.

‘We’ll ask for help.’ Sam said, stepping forward. Sophie grabbed him. She looked at the man in front of

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