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Now full grown and a successful horror writer, Brian Davis - better known as Derrick Dark - is working on a new book when his whole world is turned upside down by the news that Kyra Talbot's killer may still be on the loose.

Most folks around town thought Lester Talbot was just a lonely, bitter old man who drank too much and talked to ghosts. But he was much more than that, much more. He had a power, a gift, to not only help others in need as if by magic, but to see into the past and future as well.

Luther Biggs was born in Pearl City, Indiana, a small, run-down community of ramshackle houses and derelict trailers nestled in between the town levee and the Wabash River basin. His mother, Lula, once sold Luther to a woman who'd brought him back, claiming he wasn't even smart enough to pull a plow or bait a fish hook. What nobody knew was Luther Biggs was smarter than people gave him credit for. He had special talents. Like being able to communicate with the dead.

Luther and Jenny are happy in their new home and marriage until Luther begins hearing voices again. Jenny thinks he is imagining things until he finds the corpse of a young girl floating in his favorite fishing spot.

A meeting of the minds is held at Derrick's place, with Lester, Lincoln, Luther, and Jenny in attendance. Before the night is over, Derrick realizes with terrifying clarity that Kyra Talbot's killer has still been on the loose all along - and it is a member of the local community that nobody would have ever suspected.

Endings are easy. New beginnings are hard. It all seems like a life time ago now. Then again, when you’ve spent half of your life chasing ghosts, you tend to lose track of time in the sense that most of us experience it. That, along with having been a career alcoholic, tends to cloud a person’s mind just a tad bit after so many lost years go by like a blur. So says the author of this riveting memoir, who spent 25 years of his life as an alcoholic. Now sober since 2007, he provides the reader with a nightmarish vision into the mind of a man who, once a normal, average teenager, quickly turned into a chronic alcoholic to escape the loneliness of his sad home life - and looking for love in all the wrong places.

Deep in the heartland of Indiana, this maximum-security penitentiary held some of the most vicious criminals known to the United States. One of them was Sampson Faith, a psychopathic genius who was master of mind control. Sampson was not only a master of mind control, but he was also a fluent out-of-body traveler. He was only 38, but seven years in prison made him look much older. He had murdered 14 teenagers in numerous ways seven years before in a small Indiana farm town. He was what doctors called a missionary killer.

Nightmares and Daydreams is a collection of short fiction and two novelettes culled from nearly 12 years of work from Indiana based author David Boyer, who bases some of his fiction on true life events and people he knew growing up on the streets and back roads of Southern Indiana.

Jacob Enright's dead men stayed dead. But their memories did not. The nightmares persisted. They always did. Knowing it was a dream did nothing to lessen its horror. Gambling, drinking, whoring, and killing. It had become like second nature to the ex-lawman turned vigilante. Wanda Blackfoot had loved Jacob for as long as she could remember, but now Wanda didn't know who she was anymore, or more precisely, she didn't know what she was, without Jacob by her side acting as her touchstone.

The autumn wind of an Indiana night blows across the cemetery. It plays a malevolent, whistling tune through the trees of the cemetery as Peter Baker stands motionless, surveying the soft, brown earth that holds his beloved wife, Veronica. Tears well up in his eyes as he gazes down upon the inscription on her gravestone. He comes here a lot now, reminiscing over all the good times he had with Veronica, and their private conversations. An aspiring poet, something she wrote for him still haunts his dreams at night.

The saddest day I can recollect now is the day I left my clan alone. My brethren. I'll never forget the look on the faces of my clan; one of fear and anxiousness and most of all, sorrow. It wasn't only that they feared for my safety, either; they were afraid of being without their Master, their keeper. Their hero and best friend. We had not only developed a rapport with each other over time, but a genuine love for one another as well. Love, respect, and loyalty. And now I was leaving them behind, even if only briefly, to risk my life for them.

In the story “Beautiful Ghost”, an aging writer, reflecting back on his youth–and his first true love–finally realizes that the only way he'll ever see her again is in his dreams. In “Dancing with the King”, a lonely, awkward young girl who is terrorized by the local bullies finds solace in being able to dance with the ghost of Elvis. A heartbroken man grieving over the loss of his beloved pet is granted a visit to the Rainbow Bridge.

In Tiny Terrors: Part 2, author David Boyer once again thrusts the listener head first into a world we thought we knew all too well, but weren't aware of what may exist in that world once you've crossed the barrier between the light and the darkness.

Marvin was sitting on the hood of his car on the edge of town, watching the sun come up over the horizon. He closed his eyes and tried hard to remember the last time he felt even remotely human–or at least what would pass for human–but, as always, he came up empty.

Ray Striker was a Gulf War veteran turned street vigilante who guarded his own neighborhood like it was his own family. But too many years chasing ghosts and taking the law into his own hands now made it impossible to chase his own inner demons away.

The grand re-opening of the saloon was the biggest event the Gulch had seen in 20 years–the last biggest event in memory being the local Radio Shack carrying cell phones and the only used car dealership in the county now selling cars and trucks that weren't manufactured in the 1970s.

When Sampson came back from the war again, he wasn't sure how happy his remaining family would be to see him, but there was only one way to find out. Who knows? They might welcome him back with open arms. Then again, they might hide up in the trees and take potshots at him with their hunting rifles. He hadn't exactly left his old home on the best of terms. His own father—or what almost passed for a father—had called him a demon. As if he had any reason to act self-righteous. But no matter now; he was back home again, and he had important things to take care of.

Had serial killer Henry Lee Lucas turned to God in his last moments, for redemption? Had he really loved Frieda "Becky" Powell? We may never really know the truth.

Even small towns can harbor big secrets. Jake Collins, the former Deputy Sheriff in Deadman's Gulch, Texas, knows this all too well.

When the ghastly thing opened its mouth, Alan could have sworn he could smell the overwhelming odor of death itself, coming from deep inside it's rotting guts.