The world is overpopulated. Resources are running out. In an effort to balance things out, the government has stepped in with a radical new lottery system. All names are put into a computer, with 200 names being drawn at random. Of those people, 100 will get one color (red) token and 100 will get another color token (white). Whatever color they received, they had to go to the government-run club for the night. Of those who received the white token, they would be going home the following day. For those who received the red tokens? They would be leaving in a body bag.

Many years ago, Jimmy's father was imprisoned for murdering his mother on Halloween night. This is the story of how Jimmy is still haunted by his teen years.

The story of a daughter being raised by a single father, who happens to be a serial killer. In this thrilling, first book, experience the sights, smells, and sounds through the eyes of four-year-old Deicide. With each book in the series, Deicide will grow older, giving us an inside look at how her life has been affected, due to her upbringing.

Three low-income families have been given a handsome retainer to join Geraldine Borden for a day at her cliffside estate. All the parents must do to collect the rest of their money is allow their children to test out the revolutionary playground equipment Geraldine has been working on for decades. But there’s a reason the structures in the bowels of her gothic castle have taken so long to develop—they were never meant to see the light of day.

Jen's life came crashing down around her when she found out her husband had been seeing another woman behind her back. She knew they had issues in their relationship but not enough to make him seek intimacy elsewhere and, yet, that was exactly what he had done. But why? The reason why he would throw everything away, instead of just talking to her, was the one question that was continually burning in the back of her mind and she knew there was only one way to get the answer.

Alex has a crush on the new teacher’s assistant, and he’s finally worked up the nerve to approach her. Too bad she’s crossed the University’s star player, and Duncan Shaw has no choice but to make her disappear. He plans to lay the blame on the local urban legend, but tonight he just might learn that some legends are real.

Angel knows all about pain. His mother died in this room. He's researched its history. Today he's come back to end it, no matter the cost, once and for all. Shyla, a plus-sized escort, thinks the stories Angel tells her can't be true. Secrets so vile, you won't want to let them inside you. But the Lonely Motel doesn't forget. It doesn't forgive. And it always claims its victim.

The McIntyre family makes an obscene amount of income every holiday season off the slaughter of thousands of turkeys. But, the amount of money isn't the only thing obscene about their deceptive family farm. The conditions are inhumane. Their practices are unsanitary. And the methods they utilize in cultivating their annual poultry genocide are beyond cruel and unusual. Staunch vegan and proud standing member of PETA Rebecca has had enough. And this year she is serving up a heaping dish of Old Testament justice that will give the McIntyre family a long overdue wake up call.

As Nicky Hector—the unstoppable slasher from the Lunatic horror movie franchise—Jonathan Zain reached levels of fame once unimaginable to a young actor. On top of headlining fifteen films, he appeared on MTV, had his own 976 number, and became one of the most recognizable faces of the 1980s. But that was thirty years ago. Now it’s 2010, and Zain is a has-been celebrity making his living signing autographs at fan conventions, a relic of the bygone slasher movie boom.

A mysterious internet figure, known only as Mr. Boy, is preying on depressed teenagers and brainwashing them into horrific acts of self-harm and suicide. The macabre message behind "The Dropout Challenge" is simple: Drop out of sight. Drop out of school. Drop out of society. Drop out of life altogether.

When 12-year-old Brandon Walker’s family is brutally murdered and the ruthless perpetrators escape prosecution, Brandon turns to the local gravedigger for justice. Shadowed by a cloud of mystery and local folklore, the gravedigger unleashes the most violent and horrific acts of retribution upon the guilty. Unbeknownst to Brandon, a naïve adolescent, his quest for justice opens a gateway to Hell for the condemned.

Korede is bitter. How could she not be? Her sister, Ayoola, is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola’s third boyfriend in a row is dead. Korede’s practicality is the sisters’ saving grace. She knows the best solutions for cleaning blood, the trunk of her car is big enough for a body, and she keeps Ayoola from posting pictures of her dinner to Instagram when she should be mourning her “missing” boyfriend. Not that she gets any credit. Korede has long been in love with a kind, handsome doctor at the hospital where she works.

Deep in the heart of Appalachia stands a crooked farmhouse miles from any road. The Morrows keep to themselves, and it's served them well so far. When girls go missing off the side of the highway, the cops don't knock on their door. Which is a good thing, seeing what's buried in the Morrows' backyard. But 19-year-old Michael Morrow isn't like the rest of his family. He doesn't take pleasure in the screams that echo through the trees.

Raised in a household so filthy it was stomach-spilling, Vera involuntarily evolved into a neat freak. Upon discovering she and her disabled husband, Daniel, are expecting, she needs fast cash. Her obsession with cleanliness sprouts the concept that her skills can be put to use in a unique way. She takes a stab at the booming door-to-door vacuum sales business of 1988. All is going well until she arrives at the steps of a house that will change her forever. The steps of an evil that resurrects the ghastly memories she so desperately tried to wash away.

I am no longer among the living - at least, I don't think I am. I don't remember my name, my age, or even my sex. I don't feel. I can't smell. I hear, but sounds don't register emotional responses anymore. I see, but it's all in muted gray. No vibrant colors.