Darker Than Black, Tales of Horror

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The tales of horror contained inside my first short story collection were born from the nightmares that keep me awake at night. From the dregs of society that seemingly exist only to terrify us, to the supernatural monsters, demons and entities that made them that way. 

Entertainment, not just for the sake of cruelty, the difference between being a fictional victim and a fictional monster are often just matters of fate and the stroke of a pen. Reality isn't much different.

The isolation, suffering and stark fear these stories explore teeter on the possibility of redemption, escape, or the ultimate hastening of the inevitable allure of death. 

Darker Than Black

Careless thrill-seeking teens awaken the anger of a desperate vampire on an eternal search for her lost baby. 

Perfect Reflection

A high school girl delves into madness through the mirror she uses to cope with a reality of extreme bulling by her mother, teachers and peers.

The Boy That Created Monsters

An abused boy finds that he can summons a supernatural weapon through his natural gift of art to punish his enemies and avenge his murdered father.

Hell is Empty

A twisted doctor haunts sleazy bars to to find victims to torture and murder in his secret laboratory.

Graveyard Serial Killer

A social outcast finds an occupation that provides the perfect cover for a string of heinous murders.

Closet Full of Demons

Two young men move into an home abandoned by their neighbors. Thinking they'd found the perfect party house, they soon discover why the creepy house had been deserted.


Ladies and gentlemen, the world is darker than black. Reality provides us with monsters worse than fiction ever could. I like to think of this book as a welcome respite from the real horrors of humanity. 

Everyone needs a good scare every now and then.

Go on. Feed your Fears.

Closet Full of Demons excerpt (Darker Than Black, Tales of Horror ) 10.31.15

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“We might get a good buzz going but I doubt it will make me feel better,” Dan replied, despondent about his domestic situation. “I still have nowhere to stay.”

“Problem solved,” Ron waved at a moving van that was barreling down the street. “That’s Coleman’s family. I heard they were moving to Florida.”

“Coleman is a right decent dude, and his sisters are so hot. I’ll miss chatting them up. But how does that solve our problem?”

“Have you ever heard of squatting?” Ron replied with a devilish grin.

“Squatting? What the hell do you mean? Like, squatting in the woods to take a shit?”

“No! They moved out, we move in, that’s what squatting is. If anyone asks, we tell them that we’re house-sitting until they return. No one will ever know.”

“You’re brilliant, Ron! Let’s go check out the place. How are we supposed to get in? They probably locked it up tight.”

“The old brick through the back window entry method, my green friend. It’s never failed me yet!”

The boys broke into the newly abandoned old house in the middle of the afternoon; the sounds of breaking glass alarming no one. The house was older than the other houses in the neighborhood; its rooms immaculate and huge. The move would be a huge step up for the boys. They’d both been living in cramped apartments with their overly-religious families, who were hell bent on doing their share to increase the worship base. The old, run down house seemed like a mansion in comparison to what they were accustomed to.

“Why would they leave such a wonderful house?” Dan asked incredulously.

“Coleman told me they were moving to the country because his dad couldn’t deal with the crime rate,” Ron answered. “But in secret, he told me they couldn’t deal the ghosts that haunt this place.”