House Of Decay – Boris Bacic

Wet thunks were interspersed with cracking, a sickening sound that reminded Quinn of walnuts. The music started repeating the same three notes over and over. Quinn pressed her palms over her ears as hard as she could and closed her eyes firmly. Please for the love of God just fucking stop this stop it stop it stop it! And it did. The squelching, the cracking, the pounding, the screaming. Only the music and the monster’s husky panting remained.

Quinn didn’t want to open her eyes, but she did. Her breath hitched in a hiccup when she saw the soupy remains of what was once the corpse’s head. The floor was littered with wet, gray tissue and small, sharp fragments of broken bones. The monster’s erratic breaths turned to whining, something as close to a petulant tantrum as it could get.

Standing from the corpse, it strode to the corner of the room and shrieked. The music stopped with a loud, startling crash. When it was done stomping all over it, the radio lay in pieces, the room enveloped in silence. Perhaps in realization of what it had done, the thing wailed. It was a sound that quickly built to a crescendo, which caused Quinn’s eardrums to pulsate. Dolls rained all around the room to the symphony of crashing and clattering and screaming as the monster was thrown into a frenzy.

Carefully sorted dolls were thrown against the wall, breaking apart and occasionally uttering a discordant phrase like I love you. The bars of the bed groaned and bent as the monster climbed on and off of it, throwing the dolls that were perched on top here and there. Please don’t flip the bed, please don’t flip the bed… Quinn couldn’t tell how long the fit of rage lasted and how many times she winced while under that bed, waiting for the moment when she would be discovered.

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SUBSCRIBE AND START READING OceanofPDF.com Warning: This book contains scenes of explicit violence, gore, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. OceanofPDF.com For me; because I don’t dedicate books to myself enough. OceanofPDF.com Author’s Note Years ago, when I was just starting my writing career, I wrote The Grayson Legacy.

The story is still dear to me: Two journalists with a passion for justice sneak into a corrupt politician’s mansion nestled deep inside the woods. They find more than they bargained for when their hunt for a scoop becomes a fight for survival. I got the idea when I went to climb Fruška Gora, a mountain in Serbia. There, I found a hidden lake that had been bought and made private by a powerful politician to exploit for resources. The area had been fenced-off, and offering to bribe the guard did nothing to offer access.

The book follows a stuck-in-a-house and chased-by-a-psychopath trope similar to the movie Don’t Breathe. It combines elements of suspense with gore and psychological horror. The book failed miserably, and I’m not ashamed to admit I did way more than it deserved to try to bring it into the spotlight. I changed the cover, I re-edited the book front to back, I ran promos and ads on it… After everything failed, I figured The Grayson Legacy could still serve a purpose, so I began giving it for free to increase my mailing list.

People who read it say they loved it, so the story itself is not at fault, I’d like to believe. Looking back now, I think The Grayson Legacy was probably released at a bad time and then lost momentum on Amazon, which makes it impossible to come back to the world of the living. Or maybe it’s too bland: Neither bad nor good, just sitting in limbo, unnoticed by the readers whose attention is snagged by the polar opposites.

Why am I writing all of this? Why mention The Grayson Legacy in a book not related to it? Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to pitch the book to you. I’ve long since given up on that pipe dream.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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