Evan Grant

The Witching is officially live and available now.

Set in the fog-soaked town of Millhaven, Oregon, the story follows a woman seeking a fresh start--only to discover that some...

Knock knock, horror fans—

The Witching is officially finished and now in my editor’s hands. If everything stays on schedule, the book should be clawing its way onto shelves...

It’s here.

My new horror short story collection, Dreadful Delights, is officially out in the wild.

Within its pages, you’ll find twisted tales of ancient terrors, uncanny...

Well, I got punched in the face.

If you read my previous post about The 30-Day Draft challenge, you’ll know that The Witching was the novel I set out to write. The challenge started in September, and, well… it’s December.

That said, this was still the fastest turnaround in which I’ve ever produced a novel--and my longest one to date--so I’m ultimately happy with the outcome. But instead of glossing over the missed deadline, I want to take a closer look at what went right, what went wrong, and...

Now that it’s been a full 30 days since the release of Dreadful Delights: A Horror Collection, I want to say a BIG thank you to everyone who picked up a copy or left a review. The feedback has been incredible, and I’m truly grateful for every single reader who’s taken the time to dive into my twisted little worlds.

During its launch, Dreadful Delights broke into the Top 100 on the Kindle Free Store and even hit #1 in Horror Anthologies, Horror Suspense, and Single Author Short Stories—a first...

I enjoyed writing every story in Dreadful Delights, but like all creators, I have my favorites. Some of these tales spent years marinating in the darker corners of my imagination, while others were born fresh for this collection.

Let’s dive into the three that stood out the most to me:

Hand in Hand

This one makes the cut because of the history behind it. Hand in Hand was one of the very first story concepts I ever came up with—long before Shotgun Grandma.

Originally, the working title was “...

Chapter 1

The evening air hung thick with pine and damp earth, the woods settling into their twilight hush. The sun drooped low across the horizon, smearing the sky in orange and purple haze. Shane’s sneakers scuffed over roots and crisp leaves as he hurried along the tree line. His voice cracked, thin and urgent, as if calling could keep the silence from swallowing him whole.

“Sam! Here, boy!”

But there was no answer. Only the soft chirps of crickets, tree frogs, and the distant creak of...

Hunter leaned against the wall, peering through a slit in the blackout curtains.

Moonlight poured over the neighborhood in a cold wash, stretching shadows across his neighbor’s empty driveway. The house across the street was dark, save for the backyard lights glowing dimly behind it. The street was still. No dog walkers. No flickering fire pits. No teenagers loitering beneath the streetlights.

Not surprising—considering the killings.

Four bodies in two months.

In a place like Creekside, where...

Part I

“Joining us today to discuss the one-year anniversary of the Galleria Massacre is Jamie Fisher—official spokesperson for Luminhale and author of Medical Falsehoods: A Guide to Pushing Back Against Conspiracies Within Medicine,” Harrison Barr announced from behind his desk. The screen split, revealing Jamie’s poised expression.

“Jamie, thanks for joining us.”

“Glad to be here,” Jamie said, flashing her best smile at the webcam.

Harrison leaned forward slightly, voice weighted with...