Here’s a mesmerizing book trailer for Zachary T. Owen’s short story collection, Burn Down the House and Everyone In It.
You and your friends visit an old theater on the seedy side of town. You pay for a double feature and take your seats. The lights go down and your palms get sweaty.
A juvenile delinquent is sent to an isolated Catholic boarding school for troubled and runaway teens. Abigail’s parents are hoping the experience will straighten their daughter out, but the nuns at St. Apollonia have something else in mind. They’re about to introduce Abigail to the obscure saint they’ve come to worship in a ceremony neither of her parents would approve of.
You get up to use the bathroom and get some more popcorn, then barely make it back in time when the second feature begins…
An NYU anthropology professor has just received troubling footage from a colleague on an unsanctioned assignment in South America. Doctor Ridgeway’s crew has been murdered by a local tribe and his whereabouts are unknown. With the help of a wealthy student’s father, professor Buchanan travels to the southernmost city of Ushuaia to search for his long time friend as well as the legendary Guaranez tribe. But there’s a catch: said student’s father works for the Museum of Natural History and has hired a team of mercenaries to bring members of the tribe back to Manhattan…
You and your friends have barely kept your theater snacks down. Possessed nuns. Third World Cannibals. Religious cults. Machete and chainsaw-wielding mayhem. All just the initial offerings of The Atrocity Vendor …
A cat’s glistening wound houses something monstrous. A brother and sister are haunted by the ashes of their uncle. A hipster falls prey to a murderous sorcerer. Three sexless, immoral beings climb out of a woman’s head. These are the tales of Burn Down The House And Everyone In It, a collection of fiction ranging from the comically absurd to the deeply disturbing.
ADVANCE PRAISE FOR BURN DOWN THE HOUSE AND EVERYONE IN IT
“Owen’s writing is a masterful mix of sly humor and absolute terror. The stories presented here could easily be found in a Stephen King/George Romero collaboration.”
– William Pauley III, author of Hearers of the Constant Hum, The Brothers Crunk, and The Doom Magnetic Trilogy
“Horror is a city, and the Absurd is one of its neighborhoods. Zachary T. Owen just moved in and he’s inviting you around to the house warming, to meet the Junk Man, Little Danny, Ruffles, the Limb King, all three of the Dandies… the whole damn family! You should accept his invite. Fuck knows what’ll happen to you if you don’t.”
-Kevin Sweeney, author of Damnation 101, Exeunt Alice, and co-author of the Sideshow P.I. series
They say girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. And boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. But what is everyone else made of? Misery and Death and Everything Depressing.
Seven stories by C.V. Hunt.
“To Say Mother Teresa Was Shocked When She Woke Up In Hell Would Be An Understatement”
“Last Woman On Earth”
“No Room For A Child”
“The Last Entry”
People call him Boner. Boner PI. This is the story of his first case. A local misfit is being harassed and threatened by strange men. Boner has been hired to investigate. It seems straightforward enough but he gets caught up in a whirlwind of booze, fancy minivans, death, and ass grabbing. It all becomes overwhelming and Boner wants to quit just like he has all his other jobs. But he can’t. The job has gotten into him and it can’t be purged.
Cherie Drew is tormented by the little neighbor girl. Young Maggie Kerr is in her flowerbed, in her yard, in her house, even in her dreams. Over the course of one surreal night, Maggie takes Cherie on a horrific journey where the past and future collide with a startling revelation.
Grindhouse Press #025
9.95 paperback / Ebook Coming Soon!
Bill Krang records insect conversations onto cassette tapes and labels them THE CONSTANT HUM. Others cannot hear insects in the same way, so he has dedicated his life to discovering how to share their message with others.
Ashok burn right hand of men. To Neptune, rebirth in blue fire.
Years pass and now Krang notices the peculiar phrase graffitied on the sides of buildings and written on mysterious tiles half-buried in asphalt. What does it mean? Are the insects trying to warn him? Is it a threat? Are there other hearers of the constant hum? Where are they?
In his search for answers, he manages to dismantle all he ever thought he knew about everything.
Can you hear it?