Nicholas Efstathiou
Bio
Hello!
Thanks for stopping by! Here's a quick bio: I live in NH, I work with Special Needs children, and I'm terrified of everything. That's why I write horror.
My wife and I have three children. Surprisingly, they all still like me.
Nick E.
Stories (11/0)
The Revival, 1932
The canvas tent looked large enough to swallow half of Cross, and part of Christopher Ryan wished it would. Thursday had been his fourteenth birthday, and there were far better places for him to be than a revival on a bright and beautiful Sunday.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
Of Plantings and Bitter Harvests
I will freely admit that I have been afraid on more than one occasion in my long life. I am a stubborn man, and I will push through the pain of bullet wounds and grapeshot. I have killed a man with his own knife after he buried it in my groin, and I have killed men, women, and children in my time.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
Mechanical Monstrosities
We stood for a long time at the shore of the unknown lake and stared out at the two wrecks we could see. They were a strange sight, for they were obviously ocean-going vessels, yet there was no way to get to the ocean – or any ocean for that matter – from the lake.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
Sister and Wolf
Any day can go from bad to good, and good to bad. Today, today was the latter. We had come to a stop around midday, and I was enjoying sausages and fresh bread while the sun melted the last of a surprise snowstorm which had temporarily stopped us. In the past week, I have gained a mastery of this Russian that my Akatuyian friends speak, and I have begun to enjoy the idiosyncrasies of their language.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
Skulls in the Hollow
We trudged through the snow toward an outpost Isaiah had established on the western edge of the village. It was from there, I learned that most trouble arrived and was thus the most dangerous position. There were always three villagers stationed at the outpost. If need be, I was informed, two could fight, and the third would either call or go for help.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
January 1st and 2nd, 1890
January 1st, 1890 The storm that sprang up and swept across the North Road from the depths of Gods’ Hollow caught me by surprise and drove me to ground. For ten minutes, I huddled against a stone wall and waited for the wind to abate, when it did, I rose to my feet only to be slammed from behind and pushed over the wall.
By Nicholas Efstathiou4 years ago in Horror
