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Floorboards moan under gentle footsteps as the stairs end. Darkness surrounds the hallway. Silence is a dark virtue as the rain lashes window panes.
(Prologue) A young man and woman were racing through the dark midnight forest.
#beginningline #nightdwellers The door closed with a creak And clicked shut behind me. Leaving me with nothing, Just like an absentee. I'm locked in this black box, Lonely, stuck forever.
Chapter 15 LIAM'S POV: Shit. Fuck. Bitch. Slut. Why am I saying them in my head. "Shit. Fuck. Bitch. Slut!" I look over at Rose and quickly calmed down. Is she... Dead.
Dylan stared at Audrey with her eyes wide open.
Adeline stopped and looked at the videos coming from the museum cameras. "Um, what are we doing in here?" I asked looking to the doctor. I looked back at the footage.
She sat in front of the riverbed, fearing the frigid waters to much to come any closer, but entranced by the dazzling glow of the stars reflecting off it's grey-green surface.
I wandered out one night when I ought to have been in bed. I followed where the feeling took me, ignoring my cautious head. I ended up in the garden in pyjamas pink and white.
Something wicked this way comes, Emancipation imminent, the Devil whispering deceitful vice Uttering blasphemy, hot as ice Can you hear him. Does he Talk to you in the night.
At my grave you stand,. I watch you then take your hand. You may not feel me, I know that too,. But I'm standing here, if only you knew. "Mother, I'm here" I want to scream and shout,.
@BethyBoo There were five altogether. Four were forged and melted by war. One was at peace. But this story isn't about the nice one. This story is about the one that won the war.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. Then they disappear, as is they never existed. She moved closer to the edge of the cliff.
Wait, What Is There. Is it a monster in the darkness. I can feel it stare S T O P Do you hear that. It was not just a cat.
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
There was once a young peasant man who fished every day from high noon to dusk by an old rusty lighthouse.
The forest was still, the frozen ground was cracked and hard as the cats gathered silently around the rock, the wind whipping their fur and stinging their faces.
#Nightdwellers The night-time fell, And dusk set in, And dark began its rule. The air grew damp, Deep alleys: slick, For evening, this was fuel.
As I made my way to la push I couldn't help but notice I had passed by the the same tree over and over again. I was lost I walked forwards and decided that I would take a different turn.
"The most important thing that you guys must always remember... Is... Is to stick together. Do not let anything tear you guys apart. Let nothing stand in your way.
As the howl carried on, we expected something to happen. We all looked around expecting something but nothing came and then we heard the patter of paws. Big Bad stepped out of the corridor, grinning.
She shook her head empathetically at me, her lips pursed in small frown. Her genuine words still rung in my ears, singeing my heart with every repetition. “It’s been two years...” Two years.
Hey guys, Here's the next chapter. :-) hope you enjoy it.... Repost and like please.... CHAPTER 6: The man I woke at about 3:30AM. Patch was fast asleep next to me. Wait... Was I in a bed.
You evoked. Me,. You provoked. Me,. Touching. The glass,. I made it. Crack,. Dimmed. Light,. I made it. Flicker,. Out of spite,. An angry. Soul,. A spiritual. Presence,. Was your. Goal,. The Ouija.
It was a lovely summers day When he took his stick and walked To the sleepy little hamlet Of which the locals talked He strolled and took the sights No signage could he see It should only be mile How...