Evan Grant

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...

Good news, horror fans—

Dreadful Delights: A Horror Collection is officially in my editor’s hands! If all goes according to plan, it’ll be creeping onto shelves in just a couple...

I’m thrilled to announce my latest horror short story, Side Effects May Include — and it’s yours to download for free.

After a miracle drug hits the market, it promises to cure...

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 “...

As you know, I’ve been nose to the grindstone with my personal challenge: writing a novel in just 30 days. So far, it’s going better than expected—I’m actually on schedule (shocking, I know).

But what’s this mysterious book I’ve been pouring words into?

Well, surprise, surprise… it’s another horror tale.

The title? The Witching.

An occult horror novel about a witch, a murder, and a town full of broken people trying to keep their secrets buried.

“When a divorced mother moves her children into an...

I’ve always wanted to write a novel in 30 days.

In traditional publishing, that probably sounds ridiculous. But in the indie world, it’s not just possible—it’s common. Some authors even manage to write and publish two books in that time. That’s a little beyond my reach (I’ve never come close to finishing even one draft that fast), but that’s exactly why I want to give it a shot.

This challenge is about pushing myself to the limit and seeing what’s possible. Of course, that also means there’s...

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...

Chapter 1

“Strong Men, Hard Times”

Eustace Mercer grunted as he wrenched the bathtub spout. The muscles in his arms twitched as he strained against the set of pliers grasped onto the metal neck. Underneath, a rag was wrapped around to prevent the pliers from slipping or scratching the metal. After another jerk, the spout gave and inched a fraction. Now that it was loose, Eustace let out a breath as he continued unscrewing the fixture.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing,” Brayden said.

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