Inhuman Interest

Inhuman Interest (Horror)

By Eric Turowski

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ISBN #978-1620157992

204 Pages

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Rating 5-Stars

“Intelligent And Well Written.”

Tess Cooper is a full-time reporter, and part time on the cop beat. When she’s sent on an assignment to interview “men on the street” for a human-interest feel-good story, she discovers possible city corruption instead. Or somebody is pretending to work for the city as they attempt to run businesses out of a mall. Bringing the story in, she’s put on suspension for not doing the feel-good story for the paper. Looking for a temporary job, she runs across an ad in the newspaper, asking for an assistant immediately. Applying for the job, her life is suddenly turned upside down. Her new boss is Davin Egypt, and he is an occultist. Basically, he protects the city from occult things that pop up, and right now things are happening that even ties into the mall story and graveyard robberies.

Tess is thrown into the middle of this gigantic case that is aimed at destroying her boss and the city on the anniversary of a devastating flood a hundred years in the past. It also involves giant bugs – centipedes under the control of occult powers.

This was a horror story with a touch of humor, as Tess stumbles into one situation after another, and very reminiscent of the old Kolchek TV series, but with a female lead in the part. Intelligent, and well written, the pace never lets up. Highly recommended

Tom Johnson

Author of COLD WAR HEROES

Excerpt

The motion came from hundreds of small bodies, squirming, heading in my direction. As they neared, I saw they were long, with bristling hairs catching glimmers of the distant glow. There were thousands, both wormlike and insectile in form, and moving closer. A skittering sound, and a chirruping, echoed in the tunnel. They rushed at me, like a wave but on the sides and top of the tunnel as well. I saw venomous colors, red and blue, in the needle- like hairs on the million racing things. A burst of air moved before them, like the wind before a subway train. I smelled the grave in the sudden breeze, and something astringent, burning my nostrils.

Then, as they closed, I saw that these were no insect-sized things. Some probably measured a couple yards long, furred with vicious, shimmering spikes, hundreds of legs, flat, dead compound eyes on triangular heads, segmented fangs curving inward, spherical segments bloated and dragging below the leg pairs or hanging down from the monsters rushing across the ceiling. I felt a rush of them against my pant legs, my boots, and I let out a tiny cry.