Jerry Mckinney: 12 books

Come enjoy tales of horror from the crypt of Jerry W. McKinney. Six stories of terror including the original version of "The Feed". With a special foreword by the multi-talented Lori R. Lopez (author, artist, editor, poet and friend). So just curl up in the fetal position and enjoy.

Chad was trying to make a wonderful life, until his life caught up with him. Envision Christmas in the eyes of the spirits that visit Chad. The past and future is no present.

This is a short story.Saved by the hunger of a child, Ian is changing ... transforming into something not human. Something Old and undead.He struggles between two lives -- the side that still breathes, and the side that must feed on the living to exist.The real horror is being a man.

This is a short story.The twin girls were dead. This was a fact. They faced each other, their heads held back by their long, dark brown hair twisted around the wire that secured their feet, mouths opened wide in a scream; a scream that was never heard. They whisper as they wait. Time has no meaning to the dead.

This is a short story. Beautiful, flirtatious women. Their desire for Abe obvious in their eyes. Ultimately, each will give him exactly what he needs. But then they always make such a damn mess. Abe’s mind begins to scream.

“Gotta take care of your own, boy.” Those words from his Pa didn't dampen the sting of having to put down his rabid dog. A loyal friend that was suffering from a disease that turned him into an unrecognizable monster. Jessie had no idea that there would be a lot of "taking care" in the...

What mystical force is released by the twirls and undulations of a dancing girl? And what power does she exert over a captive audience in a town built on secrets? Is it worth the soul of a child? Learn the terrible truth; read "Lie Canthropy".

This is a short story. The old, abandoned Theine house ... standing alone, seemingly still, so very dark. Whispered stories of nightmares inside. Rumors of a girl’s body in the ditch. The curiosity of those too young to know better than to dare a peek. Shattered innocence. Sacrifices from the purest of loves … the love of a child.

The horrific murder of Colin's wife sends him into a quiet calm. A mind set off by a ticking clock to search into the darkness of his soul... and the clock ticked.

These accursed things haven’t stopped me from thinking. My mind burns in hatred of myself, of these creatures. I’d hoped I could have been stronger, could have pushed away and fought the paralysis of free will. My stomach churns as they feed, releasing their hold on me. My stomach warm with blood, my movements become my own again. They are still in there waiting. I can feel them moving.

For thousands of years man has used plants to heal ... and to kill. What is growing in 117? Stu, the apartment handyman, will know obsession when he meets the beautiful new tenant with the deep green eyes ... and the horrific truth about Patchouli.

This is a short story. Job would preach his sermons with a powerful voice that echoed throughout the church. All would stop and make their way to the sanctuary to hear and hope. Hope ... was all they had left. The undead horde outside would pound upon the barred church doors when Father Job addressed the congregation. It had made Claire wonder if it was too late for salvation.