Résultats pour "Laurie Lee" dans Horreur

In a tight-knit town in the 1980s, a child-killer is on the loose. And Topaz’s parents are on edge. At ten years old, Topaz is so vulnerable. But she has nothing to worry about. Her eldest sister, Ruby, has made sure of that. Swearing Topaz to secrecy, Ruby reveals she has trapped the monster in their root cellar.

A medio camino entre la laberíntica "Carretera Perdida" y la hipnótica "Mulholland Drive", "Fantasma" nos habla de tú a tú en una historia que mezcla realidades, horrores cotidianos y terror metafísico, todo ello aderezado con un sentido del humor que bien podría denominarse "malvado". Una rareza imprescindible para los paladares acostumbrados al terror de buena añada.

Haunt is a tripping-balls Los Angeles noir, where a mysterious dame drags you through a time-warping bizarro hall of mirrors. She's the girl of your dreams - too bad she's dead. Or, is she?

Everybody knows Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee”, but who was she, really? In this haunting and evocative novel, Christopher Conlon imagines a life for one of literature’s most renowned characters. Hers is a chronicle even more thrilling, doom-haunted, and tragic than Poe himself could have conceived, for, here Annabel Lee tells her own story in her own words...for the first time.

Maddie Graves is psychic and can see ghosts. When she returns to her home in Blackstone Bay following her mother's death, she has more to do than find peace with her past, she also has to try and reclaim the future she discarded when she left town after graduation. Her former best friend Nick Winters has been bitter since she walked away without a backward glance. A murder mystery throws them back together, and Maddie must decide if she can trust Nick with her biggest secret - and her heart.

After surviving an ordeal that almost claimed Maddie's life, and admitting his true feelings (at least to himself), Nick is at a crossroads. He has a girlfriend to break up with, and a move to make. Both tasks are giving him fits.

Let's get THINGS straight: You made up your mind about me and my son the day some prude, who got what she deserved, told you to. Silly you. Cause I'm not Beverly. And I'm not my son either. I'm Momma. And that's just gonna have to be good enough for you. Cause serial killers don't grow on trees, you know. You have to plant them.