Hi all! Here is a free download for a horror novella called “Gretyl” (at bottom of post). Also, if you keep scrolling, you can read it on the blog post as well. I hope you all enjoy and if you want more stories, check out my “Works” page. Feel free to share this story with friends and family and review it on Goodreads!


Germany, 1942. Five kids find themselves lost in the forest as a storm traps them in an abandoned cottage, or at least they thought it was abandoned. They hear footsteps coming from the attic and afraid that it is someone in need, they decide to check it out only to find that who they should fear for is themselves.

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Gretyl – Hoots,Dani


Gretyl by Dani Hoots


Middle of the forest, Germany, 1942

“You can’t be serious; we’re lost again, Christoph?” I exclaimed as the sun began to lower itself below the tree line. It was going to get dark soon and if we didn’t hurry, we would be stuck in the middle of nowhere without any light, supplies, or food for that matter.

“Stop worrying about it, Ren, we will make it out of here by the time the sun sets,” Christoph answered, a little irritated that I had asked again. He jammed his fists into the pockets of his beige pants. He blew a piece of his dark brown hair out of his face, angry at the world. It wasn’t my fault he had gotten us lost. I told him not to listen to the jerk that was Thomas but, nein, he had to take on the dare to go to the top of the hill in the forest and check out the plane that crashed a few weeks back during the last bombing mission by the Allies. We were told not to go out there by the military officials, who were trying to keep people away from the area. We never heard if anyone survived the crash and Thomas dared my brother to go find out. Boys were stupid, daring each other to do things like this, right in the middle of a war. Our parents would be worried if we didn’t get back before nighttime, not to mention we would be in deep trouble for going into the forest. And it was all thanks to my brother Christoph.

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