Trembling With Fear 6-8-25

Greetings, children of the dark. I’m battling to focus as I write this, for the alarm is sounding ever so loud. It’s been there, in the background, for a little while now, but today its volume is approaching deafening. I fear the time has come. The Drabbler is getting hungry.
You see, we must submit three tiny tales of 100 words each every single week to the Drabbler, otherwise it will rise and come for all of us in TWF Towers. Yes, even the boss man is not immune to this. Please, please help us. Submit your drabbles. Help us stock the cupboard beyond the coming week. We need your help, or we may start to disappear ourselves…
Ahem. Anyways, let’s be professional and present to you this week’s menu of short, dark, speculative fiction. Our main course comes from Charles Williams, who brings us a comic take on ComicCons the world over. Have you paid for your photo with the star yet? That’s followed by the short, sharp speculations—including no less than two warnings to be careful summoning demons, and one warning about dealing with the fae—of:
- DJ Tyrer’s fair folk,
- Geoff Holders’s skipped reading, and
- SG Perahim’s midlife crisis.
Oh – and yeah, I buried the lede a bit. The latest anthology is now available to order! I’m sure the boss has details below, but just searching for TWF on the river place. Two separate volumes await, covering everything we published on the site in the fine year of 2023.
Over to you, Stuart
Hi all.
Folks! I’m on vacation this week, so I really haven’t gotten anything done. I’m actually typing this as one of my kids is passing out and the other is slowly zoning out after a day full of water park shenanigans. Hurray for an actual vacation! While I’ve been on vacation, that doesn’t mean we’ve been idle. I’m so thrilled that Trembling With Fear: Year 7 and More Tales From The Tree: Volume 5! I’d like to shout out a big thank you for all of the authors who contributed to it and all of our editing staff for helping push this one live! A bit late but late is better than never! (We’ve already started working on the editions due this year and are aiming for the end of summer. Hopefully.)
I think we’ve got the newsletter bugs figured out for the new platform, it will be at the top of my list to finalize when I’m back from vacation.
Now, for the standards:
- Thank you so much to everyone who has become a Patreon for Horror Tree. We honestly couldn’t make it without you all!
Offhand, if you’ve ordered Trembling With Fear Volume 6, we’d appreciate a review!
For those who are looking to connect with Horror Tree as we’re not really active on Twitter anymore, we’re also in BlueSky and Threads. *I* am also now on BlueSky and Threads.

Charles Williams
Charles Williams is a retired teacher with a lifelong love for the things that go bump in the night. He is a member of the Horror Writers Association and active in the San Francisco/Bay Area Chapter. As a panel moderator for Sinister Creature Con in Sacramento, he has interviewed many genre favorites, including Joe Bob Briggs (Last Drive-in), Peter Facinelli (Twilight), Lisa Loring (The Addams Family), Doug Bradley (Hellraiser), Jeffrey Combs (Re-Animator), and John Stanley (Creature Features). Among his published works are two stories (The Stain, The Roadkill Diaries) which were dramatized on the NoSleep Podcast and two others (The Scarecrow, Blowfly Blues) that were featured on the Chilling Tales For Dark Nights and Horror Hill podcasts. His stories have also appeared in Aphelion Magazine, Flash Phantoms, and the print anthologies, The Haunted Life and Midnight in the Witch’s Kitchen.
DeathCon-1, by Charles Williams
The only thing Andy Dupont disliked about promoting horror conventions was dealing with the celebrities. Selecting the right venue, attracting vendors, recruiting volunteers, and handling publicity were a breeze compared to the storm clouds a fourth lead in the third sequel of a popular movie franchise could gather. Andy had endured everything from complaints about the air-conditioning to complete meltdowns in his four years of wrangling guests for his annual DeathCon. Unfortunately, celebrities were the lifeblood of any successful convention.
Last year he had searched frantically for the teenage lead of “Trick or Tarot” who was five minutes late for his panel appearance. Andy found him in a smoke-filled storage closet sharing a blunt with the twin stars of “Gorilla Girls” and a writer from “Rolling Bone”. It turned out to be the mellowest panel discussion anyone could remember at a DeathCon. That adventure was paling in comparison with the lost weekend Dupont was currently sharing with Arthur Ravelli.
It started on the ride from the airport to the hotel. Andy was serving as the personal driver for this year’s biggest attraction and largest investment. Ravelli had never been a major star, but he had found a measure of fame as a supporting player in a number of big-budget gangster flicks. Late in his career he had earned genre cult status for portraying a hard-to-get-rid-of corpse in the horror-comedy “Nearly Departed” and its two sequels. Three minutes into his ride to the hotel, the elderly actor slumped over in the back of Dupont’s Pathfinder. At first he appeared to reprising his most famous role in Andy’s honor, but closer inspection revealed that he was actually dead drunk.
The next day, Andy paced anxiously in front of the celebrity tables leading into the expansive vending area. Arthur was two hours late, and the line of impatient patrons waiting to meet “Vinnie the Corpse” extended down the hall and past the restrooms. The old thespian finally called to say that he was feeling too ill to make it, and Dupont calmly reminded him that being paid an appearance fee would require an actual appearance. The actor, with a volunteer assistant positioned under each arm, shuffled slowly to his table twenty minutes later.
Arthur Ravelli was an imposing man. At six-foot four and two hundred fifty pounds, he was difficult to overlook in any of his films, regardless of the size of his role. He sat down gingerly in the metal folding chair behind his table with a young female liaison seated on his left. He stared blankly straight ahead, his heavy eyelids allowing no insight into his mood. His dyed dark-brown hair and expressionless face melded with his robotic movements as people walked up to greet him. They all wanted a selfie with “Vinnie the Corpse”, and Arthur was able revisit his most famous role with very little effort.
Andy made it a personal goal to check in with each of the featured guests every two hours. Each time he passed Ravelli’s table, the fading star was in his “Vinnie” pose with some eager fan shelling out forty dollars for a photo. If this kept up, Arthur was bound to make enough to let the promoter off the hook for his contracted payment.
During his four o’clock walk-by, Andy was summoned by the frantically waving hand of Arthur’s helper, Katie. She motioned for him to come close enough to whisper, “Mr. Ravelli hasn’t opened his eyes or changed position for almost an hour. I tried to rouse him, but he’s not responding.” Katie’s concern was obvious, even with her hushed tone. “People just keep coming up to take pictures, so I collect their money and let them.”
Andy examined the genre legend carefully. He was clearly dead, the early stages of rigor mortis helping to maintain his slumped, upright position in the chair. His head tilted slightly to the left. His mouth had a sleeping grandfather’s gape, and the slitted eyes gazed vacantly forward. It was the classic “Vinnie the Corpse” pose that everyone had come to see.
“He’s always been a method actor, Katie,” whispered Andy. “Let’s let him work.”
The promoter turned and surveyed the long queue stretching out from the late Arthur Ravelli’s celebrity table and figured that old “Vinnie the Corpse” would easily earn his guarantee in another hour or so. A few feet above the actor’s head, a solitary blow fly began a desultory descent, waiting patiently for its turn in line.

Read the FAQ First
The summoning spell faded.
Instead of the usual beardy bloke with a robe and BO, this magician wore a baseball cap, jeans and brand-new running shoes.
“Foul demon!” [Never a good start, that.] “My algorithms have scraped every grimoire, every ancient text. They know everything about magic. You are compelled to do my bidding!” He reeked of entitlement.
“What is your desire… master?”
“Become the world’s richest man. And live forever!”
I broke the binding circle with a hoof.
“You can’t do that!” he screeched. “It’s against the rules!”
“Sorry,” I said, flicking my barbed tail. “Using AI disqualifies you.”
Geoff Holder
Geoff Holder is a Welsh author and screenwriter based in France. He’s published more than 30 non-fiction books on the paranormal and weird stuff, often Scottish in nature, and written for feature films, documentaries, magazines, video games and greetings cards. He’s completed two novels, one science fantasy (with dragons) and the other an alternative-history vampire tale. Sometimes he is coaxed out of his book-lined lair, with upcoming events including talks on Scottish cannibals and an English vampire legend, while he recently contributed to a documentary on the Loch Ness Monster and Scottish folklore. He likes dogs and music with rocks in it.
Fairy Revels
Enchanting sound of music draws lone traveller deep into ancient woods. Unseen, watches revellers form a circle and dance till the moonlit grass is dead beneath their feet.
At their centre, a great beauty catches his eye, kindles his desire. All reason gone, fear fled, he longs only to possess her, make her his wife.
Without thinking, charges forward, steel knife upon his belt, iron skillet in his pack.
The beauty screams in pain and horror.
“We’re undone! Undone!”
Revellers vanish, leaving only toadstool footprints. At the centre, a lonely and gnarled tree.
He collapses, filled with shame and loss.
DJ Tyrer
DJ Tyrer is the person behind Atlantean Publishing and has been widely published in anthologies and magazines around the world, such as Chilling Horror Short Stories (Flame Tree), All The Petty Myths (18th Wall), Steampunk Cthulhu (Chaosium), What Dwells Below (Sirens Call), The Horror Zine?s Book of Ghost Stories (Hellbound Books), and EOM: Equal Opportunity Madness (Otter Libris), and issues of Sirens Call, Occult Detective Magazine, parABnormal, Tales from the Magician?s Skull, and Weirdbook, and in addition, has a novella available in paperback and on the Kindle, The Yellow House (Dunhams Manor). You can follow their work on Facebook, on their blog or on the Atlantean Publishing website.
Midlife Crisis
Flashy cars were overrated, and Maven wouldn’t fall for the apocryphal song of the crypto bros, ending up losing home and savings for a creepy NFT.
He just wanted fame; his midlife crisis presented an epiphany.
It had required him to redesign the living room in an unconventional way, but he’d just performed a successful conjuration.
“What the heck?” growled the demon unfurling in the chalky pentagram.
“Make me legendary, I command thou,” Maven uttered, huddled behind his rolled carpet.
“Sure thing, boss,” the beast snarled. It devoured Maven, turning him into the most perplexing cold case of the century.
Stéphane G. Perahim
Stéphane G. Perahim is a middle-aged French lady who lives in Belgium and teaches English for a living. When she’s not surrounded by her young, charming yet snotty students, she writes detective novels and short stories, plays with rather lifelike and creepy dolls, runs half-marathons or works on improving her nascent skills at capoeira. Find her on Mastodon: [email protected]