Cries Of The Damned: A Tribute To Hellraiser & The Evil Dead.

Sole survivor of the horrors that took residence at The Monde Apartment, Beth Bixler finds herself alone once again. After days of aimlessly wandering in Los Angeles' vast, ominous woods, Beth struggles to cope with the truth that she lost her sweet niece. Alone, and deeply convinced that God is angry at her and has abandoned her, Beth desperately tries to maintain her sanity as a terrible storm surrounds her exhausted person. Touched by the uncontrollable fingers of weakness, Beth reluctantly collapses somewhere in these dark forbidden woods and slips into a nightmarish slumber to be reunited with the very evil that she foolishly believed she could exorcise from her deceased sister. However, unbeknownst to the Kandarian Demon, others have developed an interest in the troubled soul of Beth Bixler...

Get ready for a fan's unique tribute to two iconic franchises in Horror history, Clive Barker's Hellraiser and The Evil Dead. This is not just another typical bloodbath between two iconic characters. Instead, this story introduces fresh, unique elements that remain faithful to the otherworldly horrors that have defined these films, invoking the same spine-chilling nostalgia and the dangers of temptation that can consume any of us.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Hellraiser, The Evil Dead, or these characters - this short story is for fans by a fan. All rights to Hellraiser belong to Clive Barker, while The Evil Dead belongs to Renaissance Pictures and StudioCanal, respectively. As a fellow fan, I've crafted this story to share my love and respect for these iconic franchises with you, creating a fan-driven narrative that I hope you'll enjoy.

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