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Dark Lurkers

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Overview

Throughout mankind's history, there has always been a fear of the dark and the strange. A terror of things which hide within shadows, and what may emerge from inside them... Perhaps another world brushes against our own, leaving a doorway open for something fantastic and malevolent to enter. Legendary creatures - have they ever existed And if so, do they still walk the earth, in perpetual twilight, unknown and dangerous

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Bio of Paul Melniczek

Paul Melniczek is a small business owner and a college graduate, with a degree in business management. He also teaches a part time class at a local college, is married with two children. In year 2000 he began writing, and since then has had over seventy stories published or accepted for publication in a wide variety of markets, including print anthologies, print magazines, e-zines, and e-anthologies. Some of these include sales to Fangoria, Black Rose, Cold Storage, and many others. He is also a musician, playing classical piano and electric guitar. In his free time he enjoys the outdoors, weightlifting, golf, and tennis. Living in the country lends much inspiration to his writing, and he is currently working on another short story collection, a fantasy novel, and a children's book.

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Imprint

Double Dragon Publishing

Filesize

691.29 KB

Number of Pages

144

eBook ISBN

9781554041275

Excerpt from: Dark Lurkers by Paul Melniczek

The Bench
by Patricia Russo


The bench had always evoked the most profound sense of disquiet in me.

It sat on the corner of Sullivan and Riding, where no bench had any business to sit. It wasn't a bus stop. The nearest park lay fifteen blocks to the west, the closest senior citizen center two towns away. No library or community hall or school graced the entire length of Sullivan Avenue or Riding Street. Not when I was a child, not now, and as far as I knew, not ever.

The bench was green, or, more precisely, it had once been painted a rather unnatural sea-green shade. Over the years the paint had flaked, peeled, and chipped away, leaving only traces of the original hue caught in the splintery cracks of the wooden slats of the bench's seat and back. The legs were cement -- or concrete, I could never tell the difference -- dark gray now with age, weathering, and exposure to car exhaust; pitted and crumbling.

Not an inviting place to sit, one would think. Not a spot upon which to while away a summer afternoon leafing through a newspaper, a fresh spring morning chatting with a friend, a brand-new autumn day just watching the world go by.

A nice place to sit, no.

One wouldn't think so, and one would be right, especially as the sun never did seem to shine on it; even on the brightest, clearest days the bench squatted in perpetual shade, cast into murky, somehow dank-seeming shadow by some impenetrable cloud hanging directly above it.

This is simply how I remembered it, one might object; as a child and adolescent I had seen the bench in shadow on a handful of occasions, and either willfully or through some innocent trick of memory, I failed to recall the many times I must have seen it bathed in sunlight...or dappled by moonlight...or heaped with snow.

One would be wrong.

Season after season, year after year, the bench was ever and only in shadow. The sight was particularly disturbing on naturally overcast days. In the general mundane grayness one found it difficult to distinguish exactly where the deeper, danker grayness enveloping the bench began.