Eight Spine-Chilling and Supernatural Stories In this collection, you''ll meet ... Peter, who meets an upholsterer who really likes his skin. Mary, who gets a pet fish that will only eat human flesh. Daniel, who plays a game that becomes real in his dreams. Eagle, who suffers from a rare disease making birds attack him wherever he goes. Joseph, who plays tennis with a ghost. Nadia, who gets trapped in a house slowly filling up with water. Calvin, whose sister visits a hypnotist and becomes someone else. And Noah, who learns to control lights with his mind. Eight stories spanning horror, dark fantasy and science fiction, all set in everyday life while exploring the dark, the evil and the supernatural. The Chills & Creeps-series was originally published in Danish to great reviews, and is now available in English. Fans of Goosebumps will love these chilly stories! This is volume 1 of the series. REVIEWS "Nice and creepy reading ... a fantastic book" ★★★★★ Luna''s Coffee Nook "A really good collection, I warmly recommend it. In fact, I don''t recall ever having read such a succesful collection before" ★★★★★ Reader''s Wall "These short stories are really good!" ★★★★★ Sabrina''s Book Blog EXCERPT "Keep your eyes on the coin, Rachel," the hypnotist whispers. "In a moment you''ll fall asleep. Then I want one of your previous lives to come forward. Is that clear?" Rachel nods and mumbles: "Yes," right before her eyes close. "You''re sleeping," the old lady croaks. "Now, who will come forward?" Calvin stares at Rachel; she really looks like she''s sitting upright sleeping, chin resting on her chest, breathing softly. "She''s not saying anything," Calvin mutters. "Sssh!" Madam Spinoza hisses, not taking her eyes off Rachel. "Who will come forward?" A few more moments pass. Then, suddenly, Rachel says: "It''s me. Elmer Hedrick." The voice is completely different, deeper and rawer. "Hello, Elmer," the hypnotist says. "How old are you, boy?" "Ten," Rachel says, not lifting her head or opening her eyes. "It was my birthday yesterday." "Really? Did you get any gifts?" "No." "Didn''t your parents buy you anything?" "No." "How come?" "They''re dead." "I''m sorry to hear that. When did they die?" "Yesterday." Madam Spinoza raises her thin eyebrows, showing the first sign of surprise. "They died on your birthday? Both of them?" "Yes." "Was it a car crash?" Rachel shows her teeth in a sneer. "A what? I don''t understand that word." The hypnotist smacks her dry lips. "What time are you living in, Elmer? What year is it?" "Nineteen oh three, of course." "I''ll say," Madam Spinoza mutters, seemingly talking to herself. "It''s very rare I get one this far back ... How did your parents die, Elmer?" "They got their throats cut open with a knife." "Goodness! Did the police catch the killer?" "No." "I''m sure they''ll get him." "I don''t think so." "Why not?" Rachel doesn''t answer. Calvin notices her face tic. "Elmer?" the hypnotist asks. "Why don''t you think the police will catch the one who murdered your parents?" Rachel lifts her head and opens her eyes, staring straight at the old lady. "Because I made it look like someone else did it." Calvin feels his stomach tighten. Madam Spinoza looks befuddled. "Close your eyes, Rachel. You''re not supposed to open then until I--" "Rachel isn''t here," she interrupts, her voice raising in a sudden fury. "My name is Elmer!"