An extract to tempt you, from my first Adult Paranormal horror story...

The nightmare had no intention of letting up as Petra, hardly daring to breathe, now saw to her horror that she could clearly see the bannister through her hand, the image of which, wavered as if viewed through water. But then the wooden bannister suddenly changed from a well-worn mahogany to what looked like a glinting, razor-sharp length of something that looked like a sweeping sword blade with all the keenness of a razor.

Despite her attempt at struggling, the hand upon hers continued to press down harder and harder, forcing her hand upon the keen steel blade, but there was nothing she could do other than stare, horrified, as her fingers were forced down upon it. She was nervously biting her lip so hard that unbeknown to her, she had drawn blood but in any case, that was the last thing on her mind, for Petra found it impossible to close her eyes and in cold disbelief, she was forced to watch as her own blood bubbled up between her fingers until suddenly the blade showed through, revealing that where her beautifully manicured fingers had been was now a mangled, bloody stump of a hand. As wave after wave of nausea began to hit her, she slumped back against the bannister, struggling to stop herself from vomiting. But Petra found it impossible to stop the gorge from rising up from the pit of her stomach as a feeling of unsteadying iciness began to crawl over her like lice, causing her teeth to chatter before the shock of it all made her lose consciousness, causing her to roll down the stairs where she landed in an ungainly heap at the bottom.

Petra came to with a cry of her own, when, what felt like a heavy hand slapped across her face. Who the hell? Came the partial question running through her mind. Then, seconds later, as she was still feeling utterly confused, the realisation hit her - Uh, how come I am sitting alone again at the top of the stairs?

As Petra stared down below her she could see all the guests dancing and chatting way happily. Then she remembered – her hand! Tentatively she held up her hand expecting to see something too dreadful for words. But no, it was perfect! She flexed her fingers, afraid that they might still fall off and then, she completely flexed the hand and found herself hardly able to contain the almost hysterical feeling of sheer relief knowing that it had all been some kind of weird fantasy. But she still found it impossible to stop shivering and pulled her arms around herself, protectively, seriously regretting wearing such a ridiculously impractical backless gown.