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Can you kill an urban legend? Some say the Swing Man still lurks in the shadows, waiting for his next name to be called. Dare to uncover the truth—sign up now to read Pentlockin...

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Cain Quillman

Cain Quillman

Author

Author of dark paranormal thrillers that dive deep into the eerie and unexplained. 

Growing up in the UK with a medium for a mother, Cain’s fascination with the supernatural started early, and his first taste of the genre was an Edgar Allan Poe classic - The Raven.

Now, as an author, Cain channels that lifelong interest into stories that chill and captivate, blending ghostly encounters with psychological suspense. 

His upcoming book explores the legend of a prison executioner from 1955—a fictional twist on a haunting tale his mother once shared about an urban legend in the local cemetery. 

You’ll often find him dressed as the novel’s sinister antagonist, complete with authentic prison officer attire, adding a memorable (and slightly unsettling) touch to book events. 

When not writing, Cain spends time with his mysterious cat, Ninja, who seems perfectly at home in Cain’s world of shadows and spirits. 

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The Blanket Snatcher

A psychological thriller that asks - Who is the monster that lurks in the dark?

Late at night, a young boy lies awake, waiting for the reward his...

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The blanket snatcher

Late at night, a young boy lies awake, waiting for the reward his mother promised him. But a creak and shuffle from downstairs twists in his mind, becoming the sounds of a lurking monster creeping closer to his bed. Heart pounding, he clings to his blanket—his only shield against the unseen menace tugging at it. With a pink queen by his side, he fiercely battles with the creature in the dark until victory is his.

A psychological...

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A Muse me. A poem.  Every day I write a pound,Nothing clever or

Every day I write a pound,

Nothing clever or profound.

Up to the sky I roll my eyes,

An arrowed flock to my surprise.

Words swoop in waves of feathers,

Free fall a tip. Sharp and clever.

Alas, my muse upon the quill.

Armed with Structure, Direction, Purpose, and Will.

Act one - make it the best.

Swell the belly. Do not rest.

Firework end. Oh wait - back matter.

About me - yak. A buffoon - It nattered.

Story dead closed. TIme for a nap.

Nightmare Title - Useless Crap.

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