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Today we want to introduce you horror genre. Horrors are very popular among people who like to tickle their nerves. Main characters in the horror genre are demons, evil spirits, monsters,vampires and ghouls. But it’s very often, when book based on true events, for example psychological thrillers.
In Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome, horrors were told to each other like myths, that carry the story of the death and afterlife. Ancient people believe that reincarnation exists. Modern horror novels are include new fantastical creatures, like ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and witches.



Nowadays it’s very hard to force a person to believe in the truth of history, but modern reader just expects to be frightened and shocked. Horror books on our website are elicit a sense of dread in the reader through frightening images, themes, and situations.
The atmosphere of the book provokes our imagination. If the book will in your mind long time after reading , so the horror writer did his job well. After horror genre books you can even get insomnia or very bad and scary dreams.But that shouldn't stop you from reading horror ebooks. So our electronic library invite you to be a part of the mystery world of free ebooks without registration.




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assault rifle, but he didn’t see any other choice. That weapon was the key to their survival. Without it, they would be the next course.

Liz cocked her head at his pantomime.

He went through it again, this time mimicking a gun with his hand.

Her eyes grew large and she mouthed ‘no’ at him, grabbing his wrist. He nodded his head, pulling his arm away. They were out of options.

He peered around the edge of the couch. It worked on the abdomen of the furthest soldier.

Lance felt his gorge rise again and had to pause, holding a fist to his mouth. Now wasn’t the time to puke—that would come later. After he regained his composure, he inched into the open, carefully planting each foot to maintain silence.

His adrenaline spiked, his system running all out. The sights and smells of the bodies assaulted his senses, threatening his already thinned grip on sanity.

The creature’s jaw stopped working. Its ear, elongated and wider than a normal human’s, twitched.

Lance froze, holding his breath, sweat stinging his eyes.

Its head cocked to the side, perforated nose sniffing.

Lance waited. His head swam from lack of oxygen, his lungs wanting to burst. He didn’t dare move, despite the creature not having eyes, for fear it could sense him somehow.

It continued testing the air and Lance couldn’t take it anymore. The air burst from his lungs as he lunged for the gun.

He stretched out, his fingers touching the barrel of the rifle as the beast reacted.

It leapt in the air, clearing five or six feet in the blink of an eye. Its banshee wail smothered the sound of Lance bellowing incoherently.

The dead soldier’s hand still clutched the trigger guard. Lance yanked it free, focusing on swinging the rifle around, refusing to look at the death flying through the air at him.

There was no time to aim—he slammed the stock into his hip and yanked on the trigger. The concussive blows of the three-round burst knocked him backward, the end of the barrel angling toward the ceiling.

It flew at him, arms spread out, snarling and wailing.

The bullets punctured its chest and neck, peppering it in red splotches.

Lance grunted as it landed on him, its torso oozing, limbs twitching. He squeezed the trigger again, three more bullets punching through, instinct taking over his actions.

Its jaws clenched and relaxed twice more before it went still. The holes in its chest whistled as it exhaled its last breath.

After staring at the ceiling for several seconds, Lance fought to push it off him, but found its weight too much. “Need a little help here.” His voice quavered.

Concentrating on one task at a time helped him remain calm. Get free. Check for wounds. Make sure everyone is OK. To stand back and think about the implications of what just happened would have broken him.

Don’s head poked out from behind the couch, his eyes wide. “Is it dead?”

“I think so. It’s kind of crushing me though.”

“Are you sure it’s not playing possum?” Don took a tentative step out.

Lance’s hands shook as the adrenaline dumped from his body. His mind finally began to process the stupidity of what he’d just done, even as he fought to purge the thoughts. He’d killed a diseased monster that had been a man two days ago, watched as it consumed soldiers as if they were a three-course meal.

He closed his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts. “If it’s playing possum, then we’re all fucked.”

Don inched over, tiptoeing as if he was afraid of waking it up.

“It’s hard to breathe under here,” Lance said. “Hurry up.”

It reeked too. The smell reminded him of old meat left in the refrigerator too long.

They counted to three and shoved the muscular carcass to the side. Don dry heaved as he touched the slimy skin and recoiled, wiping his hands on his pricey jacket. “Oh god.”

Liz took cautious steps over to them as Lance got back to his feet. She stared down at the dead body. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if she expected the thing to disappear each time she opened them again.

More shots echoed overhead as a gunfight raged on the floor above.

“The hospital is FUBAR.” Lance pawed at the blood staining his shirt, the doctor’s admonition about staying away from the bodily fluids of the infected hitting home. “If we can get through the parking garage, we might be able to get to Liz’s car.”

Neither Liz nor Don responded. Don put a hand on Liz’s shoulder. “Are you OK?”

“That’s a stupid question. Look at this! How could anyone be OK at a time like this?”

Lance watched them, hating that another man could comfort his wife better than he could. “Is anyone listening to me?”

“I hear you,” Don said, though he continued to look at Liz. “But I want to make sure Liz is still with us.” He stepped closer to her.

Suspicion settled in the pit of Lance’s stomach. Was Don making a pass at his wife, right in front of him? At a time like this? There was a dead monster on the floor.

“Just get me out of here.” Liz continued to stare at the diseased man. “And what is FUBAR?”

“Fucked up beyond all recognition.” Lance grabbed an extra ammunition magazine from one of the soldier’s bodies, gritting his teeth, pretending he couldn’t see the vacant stare in the dead man’s eyes. The idea that he would steal bullets from a corpse would have been asinine only yesterday. Now it was just the next logical step in survival.

He handed the mag to Don because his hospital gown wasn’t exactly utilitarian. “Stay close and keep quiet.”

They stepped over the bodies and moved to the row of glass doors that led to the garage. The automatic sensors didn’t work, so they pried them open. Lance stood between the doors, keeping them from closing, as Don and Liz ducked under his arm and stepped through.

Frightened screams came from behind them. Lance held his position, squinting through the lobby, waiting for movement of some kind.

“What are you doing?” Don asked.

“Someone’s screaming back there.”

“I hear them, but what are you doing? You said it yourself—we need to get out of here.”

Lance bit back a snarky comment. “You wouldn’t want me to leave you here, so shut up for a second.”

They listened, every breath that escaped them thunderous in the silence.

An infant cried out.

Lance turned back to Don, handing over the rifle. “Here. I’ll meet you guys on the first floor, by the exit. Don’t let any of the soldiers see you. I can’t tell if they’re on our side or not.”

Don looked at the gun like it might bite him. “I don’t know how to use this thing.”

“You see the barrel with the hole in it? That’s the dangerous end. Point and pull the trigger. Be judicious with your shots, or you’ll blow through all of your ammo.”

“What are you doing?” Liz asked. “Please tell me you aren’t going back in there.”

“I am. Just meet me down by the exit.”

“Lance Arthur York, you will not—”

Lance stepped backward into the lobby, letting the doors slide shut, cutting her off. Her mouth continued to work on the other side of the glass, but her words were muffled and unintelligible. Lance didn’t even try to hide the grin that spread across his face.

She didn’t use his full name often, saving it for when she needed to give him a massive raft of shit. The last thing he wanted to hear just then was a lecture. He gave them a wave and pointed into the overpass beyond, mouthing ‘go’.

After grabbing another rifle from the floor, and a magazine from the partially devoured soldier, Lance plodded his way across the lobby, summoning what little courage he could. His body was on sensory overload, the violence and mutation surrounding him assaulting his mind like a night terror.

The baby wailed again as he approached the intersection of the hallways. A woman tried to hush the child, the cries muffling as if by hand or pacifier.

More gunfire rang out overhead.

Lance flattened against the wall and peered around the corner. The hallway was empty, save the blood on the floor.

What the hell am I doing? I’m no hero. Hell, I can’t even hold a job.

The crying stopped as he moved into the hall, crouching low, staying close to the right side. He glanced in the first room, seeing nothing, and continued on.

“Hello?” he whispered.

No one answered.

The next room was also empty, the bed knocked on its side, sheets strewn across the floor.

Where did all the soldiers go?

He crossed to the other side of the hall, stepping carefully so his bare feet wouldn’t slap at the floor. The light in the third room was turned off. Lance stood in the doorway for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness within.

He started to move on when smothered sounds came from inside the darkened area. A couch on the other side of the room sat in front of the corner, a large gap behind it. He stepped inside, rifle raised, goose bumps prickling out on his arms, fear spiking.

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