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Based on a gothic horror story called "The Red Room". Enjoy. "Miss Harre?" called out the receptionist. When my name was called I stood up, picking up my suitcase and walked over.
This is a snapshot of a character's life that I've been writing about. 1500’s My name is Katima Blaze VeleriaSutton ; I was born in the 1500’s.
A 21-year old man went on holiday to the Bahamas. When he arrived at his hotel, he found everything to his liking.
"8, 7..." They began to panic, clinging to each other while looking hopelessly around the room for any help. There was none. "6. 5..." The voice with each number sounded more amused. More sadistic.
There was a 15-year old boy who attended a school in a small town in Ohio. Most of the other teenagers in his class regarded him with disdain and referred to him as “The Geek”.
Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh Follow me into the holes I see. Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh You know that you can't catch me.
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour. “We’d better stop,” said Susan.
There was once a family who were very happy and always went for camping and field trips. One day Sunny, an eighteen year old boy in the family, was about to walk home from his rugby match.
There was once a woman who hated her husband’s mother. Her husband tried to calm her down, but it was no use. They had a four year old daughter named Minnie.
Sorry I have not written for a while. There were two 15-year old girls named Alice and Sarah who had been best friends since early childhood.
The House of Mirrors is a creepy true story about an abandoned mansion in Cadiz, Spain that is said to be haunted by the ghost of a girl who was murdered by her own mother.
I wake up to hear only the birds sing the events of yesterday have me tired and weary I can barely think straight I make my way to the living room to see the doll and the note not on the floor where...
In the dark, still of the night, an eerie back street store stands alone. A dim light peers through the store's tiny frosted window pane. The light seems welcoming in such a cold and dismal place.
Gandymeade the sorcerer stood upon the parapet of his castle and sighed as he beheld the approaching angry mob winding its way in the twilight up the mountain trail.
Bob the deer was passing through a section of Pennsylvanian woods when a rifle slug tore his iPod from his arm band.