Brian Harmon

Language: English

Pages: 384

ISBN: 1481882902

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Eric can't remember the recurring dream that keeps waking him in the middle of the night with an overwhelming urge to leave, yet he spends each day feeling as if he desperately needs to be somewhere. With no idea how to cure himself of this odd compulsion, he decides to let it take its course and go for a drive, hoping that once he proves to himself that there is nowhere to go, he can return to his normal life. Instead, he finds himself hurled headlong into a nightmare adventure across a fractured Wisconsin as the dream reveals itself one heart-pounding detail at a time. From the author of The Temple of the Blind. Horror, suspense, dark adventure. 84,000 words.

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as he wondered if the beasts would grow bolder in packs. Paranoid that they might chase him if he bolted, he forced himself to maintain only a fast walk as he moved into the cover of the brush. Ahead of him, the trees on the left of the path gave way to another cornfield. The path wound around behind the field, toward a number of small buildings about half a mile away. If he could reach those buildings before the creatures worked up the courage to run him down, he’d be fine. Looking back over

thing?” “I’m not entirely sure, but I just barely got into this boat before it tore my face off.” “That’s the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen!” In the background, he heard Kevin exclaim something about the thing’s wicked-looking teeth using more expletives than strictly necessary. “I wish I could tell you it’s the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen, but this guy’s not even close to the same level of freak as Altrusk.” “Are you really serious? I mean, really? This isn’t some stupid practical

you?” Eric didn’t notice anything. It had seemed pretty quiet to him all along. “I don’t hear the corn creeps anymore.” He stood up, concerned, and walked to the door. Eric watched him slide the wooden panel over and peer out. Immediately, he jumped back, as if startled, and then pressed his face to the opening again for a better look. “Who the fuck is that?” Eric jumped up from his seat, tossed aside the first aid kit and moved to join him at the door. When Father Billy stepped aside, he

and turned around. Walking toward him was a very large man in the same yellow coveralls the heavyset woman had been wearing. In his meaty hands, he lifted a heavy-looking shovel into the air and swung it at Eric’s startled face. Chapter Twenty-One Eric closed his eyes. He stood there, his back to the wall, cringing in anticipation of the blow. But it never came. When he dared a peek, the large man and his shovel were gone. A tall man was standing in the middle of the room instead,

stalking him even now. Turning back might only bring him face-to-face with the beast even sooner. He needed to trust the dream. That’s what he had been told. The dream had always shown him the correct way. The dream didn’t take him into Altrusk’s house. The dream didn’t take him to the wardrobe. He only experienced those awful places because he left the path laid out for him in his dream, the path he would have taken if he’d arrived before the foggy man, safe from his nasty tricks. Many of the

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