After Drac Von Stoller, and Nick Maundrell's takeover of the world in 666 days, Nick and his wife Isabella lived a simple life in Drac Von Stoller's old Castle for many years, but Nick wanted to be what Drac Von Stoller was and all that was on his mind was being the King of the Vampires. Nick just couldn't shake off the thought of just being Drac Von Stoller's right hand Vampire for the rest of his life, so Nick decided to invite Drac Von Stoller to his Castle poison him, and drive a stake through his heart. With Drac Von Stoller out of the way, Nick Maundrell would take over the throne and become King of the Vampires. Nick sent the invitation by way of one of his henchmen on horseback. The henchman arrived a few days later and knocked on Drac Von Stoller's castle door. The rain was intense with a lot of thunder. The door opened, and Drac Von Stoller's servant answered, and said, 'May I help you?" "Yes, I was sent by Nick Maundrell to deliver this invitation to Drac Von Stoller," replied Nick's henchman. Drac's servant said, "I'll see that Drac Von Stoller receives the invitation." Drac's servant entered Drac Von Stoller's study to deliver the invitation. The servant said, "Drac, I have an invitation that was just delivered by Nick Maundrell's henchman." Drac placed his hand out, and the servant placed the invitation in Drac's hand, and Drac opened the invitation, and read it out loud. "Nick has invited me over to his castle for dinner tomorrow evening to celebrate our friendship and the takeover of the world." Drac was excited to see his good friend Nick once again, but Drac's excitement about spending some time with his friend tomorrow evening would be short-lived.

More scary tales from the series with urban legends, vampires, ghosts, aliens and mysteries. Two stories from the book "No More Mr. Nice Guy" and "The Vanishing Hitchhiker" which has Clint Eastwood's daughter Kimber Lynn starring have been made into short films.

Karen had this idea that she would invite some of her friends over, and spend the night at the old forgotten desecrated cemetery in the woods a mile down the country road from her house. The cemetery dates back to the seventeen hundreds with many of the tombstones broken and a sacrificial altar with blood stains on it where many unwilling participants took their last breath. Karen had no idea something evil was left behind at the cemetery that had been lying dormant for centuries. Karen phoned her friends Pam and Cathy to invite them over for a fun night at the cemetery to tell some ghost stories around a fire with lots of drinking. The girls thought it was a cool idea Karen came up with, especially the drinking part. Karen picked out the night, so the forecast would be just right to set the mood for a spooky night at the graveyard. The night finally arrived it was midnight and the girls piled into Karen's car with the music pounding. Karen said "Anyone ready for a beer?" They all said, "Hell yeah!" As the beers were passed around, the girls rolled their windows down and stuck their heads out of the car windows screaming, and gulping down their beers as the cool wind blew against their faces. Pam said, "I think I see the cemetery up ahead."

More haunting tales of Ghosts, Aliens, Science Fiction, Western, Zombies, Headless Ghosts, Haunted Graveyards, Urban Legends, Curses and Vampires.

Henry Edwards had always dreamed of the quiet life. A small, white farmhouse nestled amidst rolling green hills, a gentle porch swing creaking in the summer breeze, and the distant lowing of cows. It was a world away from the gritty city, he'd thought, a place where he could finally escape the clutches of his demanding, gold-digging wife, Mary, and the relentless pressure to provide. As Henry drove down the winding country road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off. The GPS had lost signal miles ago, and the fog seemed to thicken with each passing minute. The trees loomed on either side of the road, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. When the farmhouse finally came into view, Henry's heart sank. It wasn't the idyllic retreat he'd imagined. Paint peeled from the weathered clapboards, and shutters hung askew. The porch sagged ominously, the swing he'd dreamed of reduced to a single rusted chain swaying in the breeze. As he stepped out of the car, the silence hit him like a physical force. No birds sang, no insects buzzed. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Henry shivered, suddenly aware of how alone he was. Inside, the house groaned and settled around him. Dust motes danced in the weak sunlight filtering through grimy windows. Henry's footsteps echoed hollowly on the worn floorboards. Each room seemed to whisper of decay and neglect. That first night, as Henry lay in bed, the darkness pressed in on him. The silence that had seemed oppressive during the day now amplified every creak and groan of the old house. He tossed and turned, his mind racing. Had he made a terrible mistake? As the days turned into weeks, Henry found himself trapped in a new kind of hell – one of isolation, despair, and the creeping realization that his problems had followed him. His drinking, a crutch he'd leaned on for years, had grown into a monstrous, insatiable beast. The bottle became his constant companion, dulling the edges of his growing unease. But with each drink, the shadows in the corners of the rooms seemed to deepen, to move with a life of their own. Henry would catch glimpses of movement from the corner of his eye, only to find nothing when he turned to look. One night, stumbling to the bathroom in an alcohol-induced haze, Henry caught sight of his reflection in the cracked mirror. For a moment, he didn't recognize the haggard, wild-eyed man staring back at him. As he leaned in closer, the reflection seemed to shift, to distort. Was it a trick of the light, or did he see Mary's face superimposed over his own, her eyes burning with hatred?

The Final Collection from Horror Fiction writer Drac Von Stoller's "31 Horrifying Tales from the Dead." Sit back, turn the lights down and get the scare of your life as you read into the horrific mind of Drac Von Stoller. If you like these stories you are sure to be even more scared by his Audiobooks which can be purchased from Audible.com, Amazon.com and iTunes.

In the wake of a catastrophic event—a viral outbreak gone unchecked—humanity's once-vibrant civilization succumbed to chaos. Cities, once bustling with life, now lay in ruins. The world morphed into a desolate landscape haunted by the Walking Dead. Streets were littered with debris, and buildings stood as hollow remnants of a bygone era. Survivors, those fortunate enough to evade the initial wave of infection, lived in constant fear. Sarah, a young woman in her twenties, found herself navigating this harsh reality. She had lost her family early in the outbreak and had since learned to rely on her wits and survival instincts. Her once bright eyes held a haunted glimmer, a testament to the horrors she had witnessed. The once-familiar sounds of life were replaced by the guttural moans of the undead. Shambling figures roamed the streets, their decaying flesh a stark reminder of the world's downfall. Sarah had grown accustomed to moving silently, scavenging for food and supplies while constantly watching her back. As she traversed the desolate cityscape, memories of the past lingered. Images of laughter in crowded streets clashed with the grim reality she faced. Every day was a battle for survival, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of despair. And amidst this desolation, Sarah clung to a faint hope of finding a place untouched by the horrors that now plagued the world. Sarah's group, once a formidable band of survivors, faced the harsh truth of their situation. The initial unity that held them together began to fracture under the weight of dwindling supplies and unrelenting threats. Food was scarce, scavenging runs grew riskier, and encounters with the undead became more frequent. Each passing day tested their resolve. Arguments erupted over rationing, safety protocols, and the viability of their dwindling sanctuary. Among the group was Tom, a seasoned fighter whose pragmatism clashed with Sarah's idealism. He argued for harsher measures, advocating leaving behind the weaker members to increase their chances of survival. Sarah vehemently opposed such notions, clinging to the belief that their humanity shouldn't be sacrificed for mere survival. Tensions escalated when a supply run turned disastrous. Half the group was lost, leaving Sarah and a handful of survivors on the brink of despair. With heavy hearts, they buried their fallen comrades, the weight of loss etched into their weary faces. Amidst the group's dwindling numbers, fear began to breed mistrust. Whispers of dissent lingered among them, sowing seeds of doubt about their chances of survival. Sarah felt the weight of responsibility pressing down upon her shoulders. She knew they needed a new plan, a beacon of hope to rekindle the flickering flame of their survival. Yet, uncertainty clouded her mind as she grappled with the harsh reality of their situation. Despite the grim circumstances, Sarah refused to succumb to despair. Determined to secure a future for the remaining survivors, she rallied their spirits by proposing a daring mission: to seek out a rumored safe haven, a sanctuary untouched by the ravenous dead. Armed with fading hope and a crude map outlining potential safe zones, Sarah became the beacon of their aspirations. She outlined the risks but emphasized the possibility of a fresh start—a place where they could rebuild and thrive. With a sense of renewed purpose, the group set out on their perilous journey. The landscape was unforgiving, littered with dangers at every turn.