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A BREAKING FICTION NEWS STORY- A HORROR IN RHODE ISLAND – 100 PEOPLE WERE ARRESTED IN A SHOCKING ASSISTED SUICIDE AND CANNIBALISM CASE

A Rhode Island reporter broke this story on the Never Unfaithful Church. Law enforcement called this a horror story out of the depths of hell. You decide.

The story took place in Deeder, Rhode Island, next to Jamestown.

At six AM, Pastor Bernard Jenkins began dismembering himself. One hundred members of his faithful flock urged him on. Witnesses said Pastor Jenkins had a syringe pump that infused him with large amounts of morphine. He sat on the floor and sawed off a lower leg with an electric saw. A parishioner wrapped the severed limb in plastic wrap. Then put it in a corner of the church. Just as Pastor Jenkins had instructed them to do before starting the ceremony. Pastor Jenkins sawed off a thigh next. It was also wrapped and placed somewhere in the church.

The sequence of events continued until all that was left of the Pastor was one arm and his upper torso. The Pastor shoved the saw blade into his sternum (breastbone) to cut the rest of his body in half. His heart was sliced in half before he could finish. He died within seconds.

The parishioners then lined up at a table and drank the liquid that the Pastor had prepared for them. The ones who did not pass out became deathly ill. They tried to get out of the church. But the Pastor had locked them in and barred the windows. All the parishioners fell unconscious.

Someone called the Police station. The caller identified himself as Pastor Jenkins. (This would later be determined as impossible. Pastor Jenkins was dead when the call was made. But the phone call did come from inside the church.) He said people needed help. Or they would die.

Police arrived and broke down the door. Everyone was taken to the hospital and arrested while there. A recording showed the entire event. Hospital tests revealed large quantities of LSD in the parishioners’ systems.

But in a bizarre twist, the Pastor’s body was not found. The blood at the scene was the Pastor’s. Some parishioners explained the missing body. They saw the Pastor’s limbs crawl back to his torso. His body then stood and walked away.

Stay tuned. There could be more to this story than officials want us to know.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 3 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 3 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 3

He sped to the hospital, parked, and took the elevator to the admission desk. “My wife, Marie, is a nurse here,” he said. “She said my brother-in-law…”

The man behind the desk said, “Jason, I know who you are. Marie is over there.” He nodded to the waiting area. “It’s not your brother-in-law. It’s Cara. She… She… I’ll let Marie tell you.”

He rushed over to Marie. “She overdosed,” Marie said. “Cara overdosed.” His mouth dropped open. “The medics found her three hours ago. No one knew she was our Cara. Until thirty minutes ago. Can you believe it? Depression finally took my baby sister.”

Paul stared in disbelief. He peeked at the clock on the wall. He had just made love to Cara thirty minutes ago.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 2 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 2 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 2

She got out of bed. His phone rang. He looked at the screen. Marie’s name was on the screen. He was hesitant to answer. “Hello, honey.”

“I need you to get to the hospital,” Marie said. He tried to ask why. “She’s dying. I have to go.”

He jumped out of bed and dressed while calling out to Cara. Cara was quiet. He ran to the bathroom. Cara opened the door.

“I have to go,” he said. “My brother-in-law has been sick. Marie just called and said he’s dying. I’ll call you later.” They kissed. He rushed out of the motel room and looked back. She waved at him from the doorway. He waved and left.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 1 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 1 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 1

Jason and Cara lay in bed. Her head was on his chest. She whispered, “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

He kissed her on the head and said, “Me too. And I hate it. It makes what I have to do even harder than it is.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said. “Let’s just leave things the way they are. I could never hurt Marie. And nor could you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “But it’s for the best.” She lifted her head, looked down at him, and kissed him. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

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Prologue – A Late-Night Visit — from MATTIE: A Thriller Horror Novella

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PROLOGUE – A LATE-NIGHT VISIT

TWO

DARREN TOOK THREE DEEP breaths and turned the corner into the barn. He jerked to a stop. He could not believe his eyes. The carnage was unimaginable. Dead, mutilated rabbits and bloody white rabbit fur were everywhere. The rabbits’ wooden and wire mesh cages were torn apart. “Damn it,” Darren said. “They destroyed thirty rabbits.” He spun around when something hit a horse stall. It was one of the horses. He watched it collapse to the ground. “What in the hell?” Then he heard the cows running across the field. “What the hell was going on?”

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He ran out of the barn, looked into the dark field, and raised his shotgun. The moonlight helped him to see. He adjusted his aim to get a straight shot at the shadowy figure riding on the back of one of the cows. He squeezed the trigger. The gun kicked when it fired. He hoped he had not hit the cow. He squinted into the dark to see if he had shot anything. A wild dog? A wild animal? A bear? A coyote?

“Aaaahhhhh!” he yelled and covered his face and fell backward. Something had attacked him. It moved quickly from his face to his neck. He tried to grab it. It jumped to his back. He reached over his shoulder. It moved to his chest and the back of his neck. He grabbed at whatever was on top of him and screamed, “Aaaahhhhhh!”

“Darren!” Denice yelled, running off the porch with her rifle in hand. She could see Darren fighting with a figure. “Darren!” She raised the rifle and squeezed off a shot. Then something plowed into her with such force she left her feet. She hit the ground and gasped. The thing tore at her stomach. It ripped her clothes and her skin. She yelled. But no one heard her or came. She fought, got to her feet, and ran. Her knees buckled. She stumbled toward the house. She was in severe pain when she reached for the door.

Claws wrapped around her face. They were crushing her head. The thought of dying gave her a second wind. She grabbed at whatever was on her back and spun around in circles, trying to get it off. Then she gasped, froze, dropped to her knees, and fell sideways.

Darren and Denice lay twenty feet apart. Both were too bloody and out of it to see where the blood was coming from. They lay still. The cows, horses, and chickens were quiet. The area was back to dark and quiet as it was most nights. Moonlight shined on the one cow lying halfway over the fence. Deep tears down to the bone went down its side. Its tongue hung out. Its large head was nearly decapitated from its thick neck. The other cows stayed far away from the dead cow. It was as if they knew something terrible had happened there.

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FOND MEMORIES – A HORROR THRILLER SHORT STORY

This is a brief story about Mattie’s parents. Please enjoy. Check out MATTIE the book on Amazon. And let me know that you think!

Howard and Cynthia Green, Mattie’s parents, sat on the couch and looked through the photo album. An earlier photo of Mattie grabbed their hearts. The trickle of blood that ran down the corners of Mattie’s mouth only made her more adorable. The photo was taken on a sunny Sunday family drive. Mattie yelled, “Stop” from the backseat.

They pulled over to the side of the road. An enormous green field with cattle grazing was next to them. Mattie jumped from her booster seat through the window. They were shocked she moved that fast. They knew Mattie was quick. But nothing like what she just did. They thought she was hurt and rushed out of the car to look for her. Then broke out in laughter at their precocious daughter.

Barefoot Mattie, all three feet of her, was perched on the barbed wire fence watching the cows. The cows jerked their heads toward Mattie and stampeded away. Mattie giggled. Knowing they wanted her to chase them. She sprung off the fence and landed twenty feet away into a sprint. She bounded onto one of the largest cows. He went left and right to shake her off. She laughed and playfully sunk her teeth into his back. One minute later, he slowed and lay down. His nervous system was paralyzed by Mattie’s long, retractable teeth. The cow had only felt a pinch. A half-hour later, it had recovered. Mattie lay beside him until he did.

Howard and Cynthia looked at one another and teared up. Their little girl was having another birthday. Those cute memories were fading. She was still cute despite her having decades of history in her system. And she would always be their little Mattie.

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MATTIE – A Thriller Horror Novella by Joan Harbor

MATTIE was a story that came to me after I watched several old vampire movies. A young actor caught my attention. I don’t recall the names of the movies. They weren’t blockbusters. But I remember a few scenes. And I wondered if a vampire could be helpful and brutal. It would just depend on the situation. Well, that was Mattie. Kind of. Here is the beginning of my novel MATTIE! Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

A LATE-NIGHT VISIT

ONE

DARREN COFFEN, SEVENTY, SAT up in bed and looked to the right out his window. He slung his feet from under the covers and slid them into his boots on the floor by the bed. He reached into the corner and grabbed his coat and shotgun. He heard his chickens clucking outside. The cows and horses were running or pounding the dirt with their hooves. There was a lot of commotion near the barn and in the fields. The animals were anxious about something.

He hurried to the back door to get outside and catch the culprits. This was not the first time whoever or whatever had trespassed onto his property. He was going down the hall and thought of Denice. She was seventy-one, his wife. He forgot to wake her. She was going to be angry.

Denice rarely heard him when he got out of bed. She wore a sleep mask and earplugs when she slept. The crickets were too loud for her sometimes. She had told Darren when he went outside to let her know. Then if something happened to him and he was not back in time, she would know to look for him. Her concern grew from an incident when Darren’s tractor turned over on him in a field when it slipped down a ditch. He lay half under the tractor and in the mud for three hours. It was dark when she realized how late it was for him not to be home. She went and found him and had to call for help. One rescuer told her if she had not gone out to look for him, the mud would have suffocated him. The mud had already covered half of Darren’s face.

Darren felt he could not go back to wake Denice. He had to put a stop to whatever was upsetting the animals and killing some of them. He opened the door and stood on the steps. The porch light lit things up near the house. Only one of the three pole lights was on. The light mounted on top of the barn was off. The lights in the barn’s doorway were off too. He knew he did not turn them off. Nor did Denice. They were on every night.

He held the shotgun up with the barrel toward the sky. Something ran out of the barn into the field. He fired two warning shots in the air and ran to the barn. He stopped outside the barn door. The noise from the horses inside the barn was louder than before. They jumped and kicked their stalls. The noise was so loud he feared the horses would split their hooves or break their legs trying to escape. Escape what?

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Can You Help me, Please?

Enjoy this short story as I work on my full-length novel.

“I can’t talk to strangers,” the girl said.

Mary asked where were her parents. The girl said nothing. Mary reached for the light switch. The girl moved toward her. Mary jerked her hand back. The girl stopped moving. Mary feared others were with the child. Mary asked for her name.

“Lilith Barnes and I want to go home.”

Mary Watkins walked into her Boston, Massachusetts home and froze mid-step. The small girl stood at the end of the foyer. She seemed not to notice Mary. Or she did not care.

Mary asked the girl, who looked four or five, who she was. She called Mary a stranger.

“Why are you in my house?” Mary asked.

“He brought me here,” the girl said.

The girl explained how a man stole her from her bed in Gainsville, Florida, through her window. He never told her his name. But he went out one day to get them food and forgot to come back. The man must have gotten lost. She had been waiting for someone to take her home to Florida.

“Will you take me home?” she asked.

Mary flipped on the lights to get a better look at the girl. She caught a better glimpse of the girl before she faded. The girl was small for four or five. Mary wanted to call the police. But how would she explain that a little girl vanished right in front of her?

Mary had an idea. She would look up the girl’s name. This could be some prank. But it did not feel like it. She opened her laptop. It was already on. Whoever broke in had used her laptop. The news story on the screen stunned her.

Lilith Barnes went missing on January 1, 1901, from Gainesville, Florida. She was believed to have been abducted and brought here to Boston, Massachusetts.

Mary shook as she looked in the corner of her screen that read January 1, 2024. “My gosh.” Her heart raced. Then she whispered, “Hi, Lilith. I’m so sorry for you. I hope you’re not still in here.”

I am working on a new book. The only book I have out now is Mattie. It’s a novella. I have many more stories to tell. I’ll stay in touch.

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