Trilogy of Terror
By Stephen Gresham
FEAR GROWS ON MOON LAKE …
And so do hundreds of beautiful water hyacinths. Their lavender petals caress the fog-enshrouded surface. Their sweet-smelling fragrance speaks of passion and death …
EVIL GROWS ON MOON LAKE …
And honeymooners Michael and Sandy Williams sense the uneasiness. The humming of the insects is too shrill. The mist is too suffocating. The hyacinths are too overgrown …
HORROR GROWS ON MOON LAKE …
And there is no way to stop it. In the murky depths, through the lush purple flowers, an almost human face takes form. Its glowing eyes pierce the water. Its icy breath chills the night air. It reaches out to claim the innocent — to nourish the evil that lurks in MOON LAKE.
Rob, Andrea, and Adam had been best friends ever since they were children. Rob and Andrea didn’t care that Adam was blind and ugly and the other kids made fun of him. They always stood by him. But that summer—the summer they turned fifteen—their friendship would be put to the test in ways beyond their darkest nightmares …
The mysterious stranger had called the marking on Adam’s left hand the Cross of Dark Fortune, and because of it he was able to give Adam the “night touch.” Suddenly Adam could see without seeing—drawing pictures, typing, playing the guitar just like everyone else. But his gift demanded a horrifically high price—a price to be paid in evil, death, and blood!
Mr. Macready was such a nice old man. He liked to watch the children walking home from school, especially the little girls. In fact, Mr. Macready knew all about the children of Granite Heights—their names, their houses, even the nights their parents were away.
And when he put on his white nurse’s uniform and smeared his lips with blood-red lipstick, any child would be happy to let him through the door. Oh, they always stared a bit at his clear plastic gloves. But that was nothing compared to how they stared when he got his hands around their fragile little necks and crooned … ROCKABYE BABY.