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#Household The misgivings crept in on shadow legs so slowly that when she finally took notice, it seemed to her they had always been a part of her.
#nightdwellers Once upon a time a beautiful woman called Maria, lived in a small town in Mexico. Not only was she beautiful, she was also very arrogant.
Chapter 9 Rose -after asking Mary- decided to look around the house, it was beautifully decorated and had a large amount of rooms. The kitchen was themed black and white.
Chapter 7 When Rose awoke, she completely forgot about the previous night and was confused the find herself in an unfamiliar room.
"You're here." "I'm here." "Okay... That's weird. You're here. Why were you not here... Then here?" I hug Sephy quickly and step backwards.
Am I dead. I laugh at myself, as that is the first thing that I think. Typical me. I sit up, and look down at myself. I frown. Why am I wearing a paper thin hospital gown. Was I in an accident.
Through the reflections Of condensation and ice I saw a sinister figure Whom didn't look nice As I turned To close the blind It was there again Whats it to find.
The pale expression on her face told me something was wrong. She was a tall, thin girl, looking quite mature for a girl of nine, and was wrapped in a dusty, thick blanket.
Chapter one- The girl of the gate Peniel stood at a gate. A familiar gate but he couldn't recognise where he had seen it before.
Yup,you guessed it!(well,you probably didn't.) Another skyrim-based thing I wrote.This was inspired by a headless, ghostly horseman I saw riding away, and leading me to his tomb.Enjoy.
Chapter 4 "What do you mean?" Rose asked weakly. "Well, I'm a kind of ghost really, although I'm like a normal person as well.
I fell in love with the house As I was driving by The white picket fence Drew me to it, I never knew why With the keys in my hand I felt as though I'd burst A local from the village Told me my home...
Often did he linger, in the woodlands, late at night. Falgrim's footfall silent, as above the stars where bright. Something of uncertainty was breathing in his ear.
Chapter 3 Gasping and shivering, Rose stumbled out of the forest, fresh tears leaking out her eyes. She would never be able to find her way back home, never.
There was an old blind woman who owned a farm. Her husband had been sick for years and he eventually died. She cried for days and decided to chop off his finger to keep as a memento.
So she walked that weary road again, kept looking both left and right. She knew it was here, it had to be, it was where they lay that night. He held her hand, spoke so gently,tenderly and kind.
The darkness stretched on forever. The only sound that broke the silence was an owl warning danger. The smell of salt and dust lingered about the air.
The old man made of mist Sits at the end Of the platform. The young girl in The wallpaper Lingers on the stairs. The dog with night-black fur Guards the road home.
Rouge smeared thickly over my cheeks, Time for work out on the streets. Stockings rolled out over my legs, Them lads better not misbehave.
Lined up, a regiment, row by row Where on a Friday I would go To buy the fish and crabs and socks And picture hooks and clogs and clocks.
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.
A 21-year old man went on holiday to the Bahamas. When he arrived at his hotel, he found everything to his liking.
If you listen closely On moonlit verandas You'll hear us calling For loved ones we miss, We'll send the choppers To bring you to our arms, The ones we adore Please do come, we insist.
Tooth grinding sound of crushed gravel. I can hear him coming up the drive. Is that I axe I see in his hand. I need to run for my life. Shoes slipped on, and out the back door.