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Out of the Darkness

The land remembers…

Built on a cursed patch of land, George Simpson's house of horrors ruined many lives. Author Steve Corey rents it as a surprise in a desperate attempt to salvage what's left of his marriage.

Samantha Corey thought getting Steve sober in the early days of their marriage would be the hard part, but she's reached the end of her rope and is ready to leave. It doesn't help that her thoughts have turned to Matt Barry, Steve's best friend—and her old love.

Now, Samantha needs Matt more than ever as Steve's behavior deteriorates. She wonders if her husband's sick, drinking again, or if her own sanity's in question. The house has a dark agenda. Even though she's ready to divorce Steve, she's not ready to relinquish his soul to the ancient evil enveloping him. Can she and Matt pull him from
Out of the Darkness

Note: This book has been extensively expanded. It was previously published with another publisher and was the 2010 EPIC winner for Horror.

Contemporary, Paranormal
106,258 words








Tymber Dalton










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First E-book Publication: April 2012


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For Mom and Dad, who put up with and encouraged my writing when I was a kid. For my Granny and Grandaddy. Granny didn’t live to see me published, but Grandaddy did. To my hubby, who’s always supportive and whom without his help I never would have made it this far. To Mr. B, who knows why.

Much thanks to the Internet Writing Workshop, and the members of the Novels-L list who helped me edit early drafts of this book and helped me hone my writing and editing skills.

I actually started this book over two decades ago, while in high school, as part of a creative writing class project. It’s had a lot of changes over the years, but I was lucky enough to find my teacher, Mr. Kotranza, and let him read it. I will be ever grateful for his early encouragement to keep writing when I was a teenager.




I once lived in Brooksville, Florida. Those familiar with the area, including the Croom Motorcycle Park, will recognize many landmarks mentioned in this tale, including the gravestone, state park, and mining pits. While some of the places are real, I use them fictitiously and have taken literary license with others.

This book was previously released in e-book format by another publisher, and won the 2010 EPIC award for horror. It has been extensively revised, and previously deleted scenes have been restored to the original manuscript.




Copyright © 2012







Chapter One:

Florida, Mid-1600s


The little boy played at the base of the slash pine. He stirred puffs of dust in the summer heat, his hands and feet darkened by the dirt. His black hair shimmered under the late-afternoon sun. He was oblivious to his surroundings until he heard the sharp rapport of a stick cracking nearby.

He jumped to his feet, his games forgotten. “Mama?” he called out tentatively. His tribe gathered blackberries nearby, and he’d been allowed to help until his mother spied him eating more than made it into his basket.

Another twig snapped. Like a rabbit, the boy broke into a run, back to the clearing and his family. His mother looked up, adjusting the strap on the doeskin bag slung across her shoulder.

“What is it, Opa?”

He jabbered in fear and pointed, his agitation universally familiar to mothers of four-year-olds. One of the other women noticed the commotion and walked over. He seized their attention with a terrified yelp then hid behind his mother and pointed at the woods in the direction he’d emerged.

The tribe had heard rumors of “white gods” who landed in great boats south of them and started exterminating their brothers, the Calusa. Until now, they had not seen any. The sun reflected off the gods’ shiny skins, and they carried ominous-looking sticks the tribe had heard could make thunder and kill animals and men alike.

The women were now tightly clustered, their fear evident to the advancing intruders. One, apparently their leader, spoke to the others. Then they laughed. Another stepped forward and approached the women, his eyes on Opa’s older sister. Motherly instinct caused Opa’s mother to step into the man’s path, her angry words unintelligible to the strangers, but their meaning clear.

He pushed the woman out of his way, striking her with the end of his thunder stick. He grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her, screaming, to him. She was eighteen, betrothed to the son of a chief in a tribe to the west, and quite beautiful. Her mother, now crying in fear, tried to pull her away from the marauder, engaging him in a sick tug-of-war. Another stepped forward and pointed his thunder stick at little Opa.

His meaning obvious, she clutched her baby to her, all the while crying for her daughter. The other intruders laughed again, and as they advanced the women beat a fearful, frenzied retreat to the trees across the clearing. Too interested in their prize to chase down a group of older women and children, the strangers turned their attentions to the girl. They tore off what few clothes she wore as she screamed in terror and humiliation, pleading for mercy in a tongue they could not and did not care to understand.

The women fled for camp, where the men had returned from hunting, and explained the horrible events. Dark descended as the warriors set out.

It didn’t take long to follow the scent of their evening fire. The men of the tribe lingered on the outskirts, weapons at the ready for a signal to attack. It was a long wait as they listened to the girl sobbing, intermittently pierced by screams of pain accompanied by guttural, animal man-sounds. They waited to stage their attack until the strangers had finished eating and were drunk on food and sleepy. They went in quickly and quietly, slitting the throats of the sentries on duty before going for the men lounging around the fire.

The tribe caught them completely by surprise, killing all save the one they caught in the process of raping the girl. At first he fought, angry and outraged, until he realized he was alone and surrounded by the savages. Two braves held him, his naked manhood wilted and drooping in fright. The girl’s father wrapped a blanket around her and handed her a knife. She looked up at him, tears of pain and fear in her eyes, and nodded. She approached her attacker.

She raised the crude knife to her attacker’s throat. He jabbered at her in his foreign tongue, obviously not a god if so easily overtaken and frightened by a girl such as herself. She pressed the edge of the knife against his jugular. His eyes squeezed shut, anticipating the death he expected.

She withdrew the knife. He opened his eyes in time to see her grab his manhood. As he screamed, she stretched it, slicing it off with one savage stroke. Howls of agony echoed through the woods while she turned and threw the piece of flesh into the fire, followed by the knife. The two braves shoved their captive to the ground and spat on him. The girl bent down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face up to meet her eyes. He could not understand the words she screamed, but her kin did.

“May the Gods curse you and your false kin. May your angry soul be denied Paradise. May you walk the rest of eternity lost and tormented on this cursed ground, remembering these words and your deeds, in agony until someone takes mercy on your soul and forgives you.” She punctuated this last by spitting in his face.

Her father put his arm around her and led her away, pausing as she stopped to retch, overwhelmed by her disgust.


* * * *


The conquistador lived five days before fever and infection from his wound finally took him. His last words raged at the girl and her tribe as he relayed his tale to fellow soldiers who came in search of the missing men.

!” he screamed, one of the nicer things he called the girl.

The men recoiled from his curses. Eventually he succumbed, much to the other soldiers’ relief. The rest of the dead were buried and their graves marked with stone cairns.

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