Eric Butler

A relentless evil possessing an already depraved man...gruesome and perverse acts of brutality... Will anyone survive? Centuries ago, the natives captured and imprisoned a life force of pure evil and unending hunger....

The authors in this anthology pulled no punches, and the stories in this audio will leave a mark on you long after the tales are told. You may even find yourself trapped, held hostage, until every horrific word has been consumed....

The only thing in the way of Kurt Reedy taking over the whole lake for his development project is Chuck Miller. He’s used every trick in the book, but the man won’t sell his family’s legacy. Running out of time, Reedy is forced to think outside the box to get results....

Once an ancient race of supreme beings ruled over the Earth. Banished by the light centuries ago, one has returned. With the help of its disciples, it desires to plunge the world into a new age of darkness and horror....

Featuring contributions from fabulous horror indie authors, this filthy collection of extreme body horror tales is not for those easily offended.

There are two types of people in Jefferson County: Those who know the legend of the Pope Lick Monster, and those who believe it. Before the night is over, Sam will have no choice but to join the believers....

These stories contain common tropes used within the broader horror genre, as well as some characteristics more specific to the body horror subgenre, including pornography, invasion, contagion, mutation, transformation, mutilation, or other unnatural or violent distortions of the human body....

From the writer of The Pope Lick Massacre, The Shadow Within, and The Rest Stop comes Eric Butler's next extreme tale. Danny’s wife, Janet, is throwing her annual Halloween get together at the family cabin, and Mike is looking to blow off some steam. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll …

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....

There’s a place in Texas the locals avoid at all cost, where the lost go missing and the damned reside. You won’t find it on any map, there are no road signs to guide you, and once there, may God have mercy on you. For when the scarecrow awakens, the harvest of the living begins....

Patrick Smite is now following in his father's footsteps as the sheriff of Donn, Texas. His sister, Laura, is worried he won't be able to do all the job requires. For while he believes he can keep the town safe, she knows the awful truth....

There’s a place in Texas the locals avoid, where the lost go missing and the damned reside. You won’t find it on any map, there are no road signs to guide you, and if you have the misfortune of finding it, may God have mercy on your soul. Run, run as far as you can....

There’s a place in Texas the locals avoid at all cost, where the lost go missing and the damned reside. You won’t find it on any map. There are no road signs to guide you, and once there, may God have mercy on your soul....

In their search for a surrogate, the Wilkenses thought they struck gold with Alina. All she wanted was a flight to the United States and a warm place to stay during the pregnancy. But some things are too good to be true....

All Kurt Reedy needed for his lakeside development project to go through was the land owned by Chuck Miller. The only problem was Miller refused to sell his family’s legacy. In the past, Reedy may have resorted to violence to get his way, but he was a legit businessman now.

There’s something preying on the locals, and Irving Fontaine has no choice but to investigate. He heads toward the unknown armed with his wits, a Colt 1860, and a warning from a mysterious Indian....

A rest stop with a reputation for abandoned cars in the middle of nowhere, and a family on their way to a new home turns into a tale of terror. Sometimes, it's better to keep driving, no matter how tired you are....

"Long ago, the locals spoke openly about the Pope Lick Monster. “Half man, half goat, all ax,” they’d say in hushed tones to remind folks to avoid the woods. Those days are long past, but as the line of corpses flows from the woods, the whispers have begun again....

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes; we usually never meet them. But every once in a while, fate intervenes.