Twilight Nightmares (Twisted Tales Special Edition Book 1) by Jay Wilson

gaping wound, and just behind them formed sharp tooth-like ridges. Her ribcage cracked, shattered, and spread, but instead of revealing a human heart and a pair of lungs, there was a pulsating stomach and a gland attached to a large gooey sac.
    Eerie ululations erupted from deep within her, and the man screamed back at her with fear. He tried to turn and run but his pants caught his legs, which sent him crashing down upon the cold tiles in front of her. The gland in her chest immediately shot a stream of clear acid at him, and his cry of terror turned into that of torture. White fumes billowed into the air as the acid slowly melted away his skin, which soon slipped off his body and slapped against the ground like a wet towel. Chunks of his body fell to the floor, and he crumpled into a final lifeless heap.
    Rain tore through the binds at her wrists and ankles. She quickly fell to the ground, groaning and huffing as her transformation continued to burn with pain. She crawled to the slush pile on the floor and began to feed. It didn’t take long for her body to suck every drop and chunk of him from the floor.
    Just as painful but much faster, she transformed back into her human form. The pain fled her body almost immediately, which was a welcome comfort. She did feel a little distended as though she’d eaten a huge meal, but, to be fair, she had.
    Rain stood and picked scraps of her torn clothes from the floor. She looked down at the empty spot illuminated by the light, pulled the silver tape from her lips, and smiled.

Consequences
     
     
     
     
    I remember back when Tom Hanks informed my young brain that life was a box of chocolates and that I had no idea what I was going to get. Despite the fact that most chocolatiers put the contents of the box on the packaging, I still got what he meant. In my case, however, I had a need to maintain control of my life, so I made sure that I always determined the consequences of my actions. I looked ahead as far as I could see, as if I played chess with my life, and made sure that the demon called fate never cornered me into a checkmate. That remained true until ten minutes ago when chaos finally caught up with me.
    I sat at my desk using my computer as I usually did late at night before bed. The small halogen lamp illuminated the corner of my desk and cast little shadows of everything sitting on the surface of the table. Some of those items appeared upon the wall as dark wraiths waiting for the moment they could break free of their seemingly eternal shadowy bonds. They always terrified me, so I tried not to look at them. That was the first step to having a consequence-free evening. No fright or fear meant there would be no accidents.
    I slumped so lazily in my chair that my ass hung from the edge and most of my back laid against the cushion. I kept my foot planted against the wall to keep myself from slipping fully off the chair, and I used the mouse to navigate the internet.
    I started the evening with a search that involved looking up how stuff works. More specifically, I wanted to know why in the hell the well-known fresh-maker caused carbonated drinks to vomit themselves all over the place . As all men know, one click led to another and then to another, and before I knew it, I found myself surfing the dark side of the internet. The place where only the strange tread. Right then, my foresight should've told me to click the little red 'x' of the browser window, but what the hell, right? It's only the internet, after all.
    There's a few types of people that post videos on the internet, but only two that I'm concerned about. One type will post, indiscriminately, violent grizzly videos for all those sick fucks to enjoy in the privacy of their own home. It's almost like pornography for them, and because people really get into that sick stuff, you can find it pretty much anywhere . Sometimes, you can find videos that don't get to the dark stuff, and instead it shows a reel of close calls