After Midnight
A. Martin
Author Bio
Author A. Martin is from a small aboriginal community in the province of New Brunswick, Canada. He is the author of horror novels, Ouija, and Black October. His short stories and flash-fiction have appeared in such popular publications as MicroHorror.com, Twisted Tongue Magazine, AlienSkin Magazine, Flashes In The Dark Magazine, and ShortnScaryStories.com. He sold his first story in 2007.
Description
“A. Martin leaves the reader chilled and wanting more. The scares are diverse and plentiful in this collection!”
— Red City Review
What’s on the mind of Canada ’s No. #1 literary-boogieman?
Cannibalism
The Men In Black
Psychotic cab-drivers
And vampires
… that don’t sparkle.
From the author of psychological and supernatural novels, Ouija and Black October., A. Martin serves up a feast of fear in After Midnight. Over 50 stories!
This massive collection includes twisted and bizarre brain-busting terrors asTequila Dreams, Elma’s Garbage Can, Among The Living, A Zombie Thing,Gy-psy Blood, From My Cold Dead Hands—and many more!
Let Stephen King be your friendly host in, “You’ve Won!” Have a brain-wich in, “Route66” And cell-phone your dead pals in, “Dead Ringer”
“Absolutely LOVED it!”
—Flashes in the Dark Magazine
These twisted tales will keep you awake in bed…
…With one eye open.
…After midnight!
Book excerpt
You’ve won!
“What can they make us do?” Jon sighed. “We weren’t forced here; we agreed to be on this game show!”
As they weren’t forced or bribed to leave Highway 67 on their way to Boston after being pulled over by Highway patrol for a minor-infraction (so they both thought—a broken left taillight—something like that), and given friendly thank-you-kindly advice by Mr. Patrol that if they were in a hurry—or just wanted to shorten their trip, that they should take the shortcut through Bangor, Maine, and not to mention it. He liked to help passersby—Mr. Patrol, and besides, it would be where they would find the finest homemade momma’s all-American apple-pie as close to heaven as stripping fresh bacon off a hogs’ ass at that time of day. Which would be lunch-hour: 12: 05pm. They had been waiting there on two steel stools since around that time—almost half an hour. Their behinds were definitely past numb—they would have been in Boston by now, Jon reminded, if their piece of crap (a yellow Subaru—Rita’s choice, he also added) car wouldn’t have up and decided to drop dead in the hub of Bangor.
But that’s exactly what it did, after refuelling at a small Texaco, of course.
“All right, you two love-birds!” hollered a short well-dressed man hurrying their way from down the hall of star-labelled dressing rooms. “It’s showtime!”
They eagerly hopped off their seats and the man directed them in front of a large stage-curtain.
“Okay, guys; look juicy! Edible!” The man winked. Jon and Rita glanced at each other, and the curtain quickly opened. Clapping erupted from a crowed they couldn’t see due to bright stage-lighting. The well suited man (now they guessed was the host) pointed them over to their podiums on the right side, and they realized they were not alone. A couple stood beside them and attended the other four podiums across the way.
“Welcome to You’ve Won!” their host greeted to a television camera slowly being wheeled closer to the stage as he stood up to a tall podium with the game-shows’ name bedazzled across it with shiny fake diamonds. “This is the show, for you people in the know. Let’s meet our lucky contestants, shall we?”
Mr. Game-show host turned to the other couples first on the left side. The first couple apparently newlyweds from the area, the other, married twenty-five years and the husband a self-professed jack of all trades with a beloved hobby of fixing up old sports cars . . . also from Bangor, Maine.
“I just love it, bro,” the man said. “I just love working on me sports ca’s, and—”
Mr. Host turned to them. “What about you two? C’mon; watcha do, where ya from, how’d ya end up here?”
Jon and Rita glanced at each other, before Jon nervously nodded for her to answer.
“Well,” Rita softly spoke into the microphone atop her podium. “We’re from out of town. We were actually heading to Boston for our one year anniversary; that’s where we met. But then, we were pulled over on the highway for a broken taillight and the officer said taking a trip through Bangor would cut our trip in half, but then our car stalled just a block from here and we were asked if we would like to be on a popular state wide game show, and I guess we just—”
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