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(2nd in The Fourth series!) A man walked into his large mansion on Caine street, where all the rich people lived. A new person had just moved into the small neighborhood, right next store.
To everyone who has read my riddle. I opened the door and saw that the key which belonged to my sister was in the lock but I had the chain in so she couldn't get in.
Listen. You need to get away from here.
The Door Chain is a scary riddle about a young man who stays in his sister’s apartment one night. See if you can figure out the solution to this riddle.
Hung above my bed swings Charlotte’s twin careful, black teardrop caught big-backed poised and deadly on her rope From the kitchen I stared, uncertain scared - it’s morning, three o’ clock fridge...
Don't look at me, look at her. Her glassed, nearly dead emeralds that gaze pass your soul. Crimson strands that once lit up with passion. Now only fall like autumn leaves.
Down. Down. Down..... Deep Down Deeper Down Still Quiet Silence Down Further Down Dark Shhhhhhh Darker Keep going Down Darkness Shhhhhhh We are here Abyss Don't move Shhhhhhh Now.....
I have a curious tale to tell. Im not sure if you'll take it well. I scarcely believe it to be so; Perhaps its not. I may not know.
Life slips from me as I breathe my last breath, the breath that you have stolen from me. Taking me from the world I lived in, and killing me.
She wandered around the dark hallways, aimlessly. The cold seeping through the numerous cracks in the walls, her skin coated in goosebumps. Yet oanother night in this house.
I'm so scared Total darkness Who knows what kind of creatures Are lurking in my room I was just laying there Using my iPod In my dark room When suddenly my door swung open Was it the wind My window...
So long, fair well, bye bye. Stolen from us, but they said its going to be alright. They unlocked my mind - oh so kind. Close your eyes it won't take you long.
And he stared at me; and I stared back into those mezmorising eyes. By now I was on my knees, dirt clinging to the scuffs and grazes on my bare legs.
Life had not been the same for me since Father Roger had passed away. He was perhaps the most influential person I had ever had the blessing to have known. But now he is dead, and I have moved on...
Pizza Delivery is a scary story about a man who decides to share his food with the family who live in the apartment above his own.
She gasped as the frigid water rushed into her lungs, suffocating her. Her mind was spinning. Her thoughts were running together, whatishappeneningamigoingtodie?someonehelpme.
Not sure what happened here with this 1, but I went to the dark side......damn!. You don't know me.
His breath fogged the chilled glass door as he leaned against it to have a look outside. Raindrops spiraled down the pane in patterns, clearing it just enough to see his fading reflection.
Dreaming schemes of murder,. Somewhere south of paradise,. Staining snow-white steps to Heaven red,. My foul Tongue slithers blisses hissing kisses laced in death,.
Silence. No sounds. Cruel agonising weighted palms -motionless. Awkwardly tilting heads - slewed. No sounds. Aching eyes straining, squinting, Scanning shadows - flickering doubts. No sounds.
It happens when your alone in your room, for a brief moment all background noise fades away and you hear your named called out by your mother.
Anderson closed the door to the interview room. He had told the Carmicheal's there was no need to come down to the station. They had identified the remains from the dental records.
You stumble upon a cave; You stare deeply into the sticky black, almost syrup-like darkness.
Hundreds of times before he had walked past the building.