Horror, fantasy intermingled with the dark reality

During a stormy night, the Storyteller, sitting by the fire of a stake, inside a strange cabin, lost in a creepy woods of dead leaves, that seems taken from the nightmares of the craziest dreamer of stories, he tells his stories to all those who arrive at the cabin in search for shelter. Fist night: THE DARK REALITY. The stories narrated during the first night dig into the deepest of the human soul. They are horror and fantasy tales under which there is hidden a dark reality, stories in which the true evil lies locked inside the men´s hearts. A patina of uneasiness, that will not abandon us at any moment during the reading, will adhere to our chest, while the errant minstrel rips story by story the mysteries and truths of the human nature, intermingling them with a powerful imagination and an overflowing fantasy. They will be cruel tales, but provided with not very few doses of sweetness, hidden among the shadows, like flowers under a cluster of bad weeds that try to soffocate their beauty.

Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy

Secondary Genre: Horror

Language: English

Word Count: 37.998

Sample text:

The music floods in the room with sweet notes of heat, lust and sensuality. The old jukebox makes the needle to vibrate on the furrows of the old vinyl disc, making magic to happen. The torn voice of a beautiful singer, dead long ago, sings forgotten songs in the language of love.

There´s a rain of red roses, carefully spread on the bed, drawing with tenderness a heart, its penetrating fragrance invades the cabin, built at the banks of a crystalline lake, situated in the deepest spot of a thick forest. The fine crystal glasses, full of a good red wine, wait on the table, where an exquisite meal steams.

The dim light of the candles and the warm shinning, provoked by the playful flames of the fireplace, create on the walls a wonderful shadow dance, getting the perfect lightning for such a especial moment, a comforting gloom that invites to intimate, while through the window it can be seen the snow drowsily falling on the outside, covering little by little, the spruce forest, like a sugar layer, sprinkled over a cake, to end up creating the perfect atmosphere of an unforgettable love night.

It is the dreamt love night, since always, by the man: a sweet conversation next to the warm light, a smooth kiss, lovemaking, passionately, with the object of his desires, so much longed- for.

The woman with bitter tears in her eyes, her wrists tied to the headboard of the bed with a strip of red silk, her broken lip and her sex abused, sobs after the cruel violation, without being able to look away from the awful threat of the sharp steel which brushes, cold, in her neck, drawing a fine line of blood which slips across her soft skin like a river