Molly Leigh
Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh Follow me into the holes I see. Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh You know that you can't catch me.
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Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh Follow me into the holes I see. Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh You know that you can't catch me.
The darkness descended and settled upon the city, spreading like a disease. Lights flickered then went out as families bade each other goodnight.
My name's Joe. And I have a story. Watch yourselves, because it’s quite gory. How did I take this ghostly formation. I’ll tell you, it was quite a humorous transformation.
Hi, I'm Lily and I just simply love exploring and sometimes I just can't stop myself from exploring things that are dangerous or prohibited and now after one exploration I'll never forget I now can't...
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.
On a cold rainy night in Hertfordshire heavily pregnant 'Carol Frost' climbed off her red leather sofa and waddled over to answer the door "Who could that be" she mused.
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.
A continuation of First Time A rasping sound escaped her lips, as if she hadn't taken a breath in a long, long time. Her eyes were wide, and confused. Hadn't she died. She was sure he killed her.
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.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, the air fills my nose with the freezing reek Of winter.
The coldness of it is unable to describe. My hands are mixture of blue, orange and blue and my body is numb.
Heavy rain pelted against the window of Alec’s beat-up car as he squinted against the gloom that was being feebly illuminated by the aged headlights.
There was a shuffling sound. Shelby’s closet door creaked open. ”Oh Dear God” she whispered. She was terrified of what would happen next. That’s when she woke up. She scrambled to the lamp.
Last monday I woke up at 140am and as I looked up I noticed a dark shadow staring at me by my window.
I walk alone on a dark street,. And all I hear is the birds go tweet,. But they are not just any birds you see,. They are crows looking down on me,. So as I carefully walk on,.
Today, if you are traveling in Mexico, between the city of Toluca and the town of Ixtapan de la Sal, there is a lovely highway that makes the journey quick and easy.
You know those times when you look at your reflection, and see something move in the background.
Home grew boring for Maggie one night as so she decided to take herself down to the theater on Main Street and see a movie. It was something she did once or twice a month, and it was always pleasant.
Steve: It is raining. We better get home fast if we don't want to get soaked in this horrible rain. Jennifer: It doesn't matter. Be careful and drive slow.
One day I was out at the park when a mysterious fog began to develop across the field. I looked out into the fog and saw the scrawny figure of a young girl.
Ordinary People Mathilda My head is absolutely killing me. I must have a migraine again. I shall call a servant to fetch me some aspirin. I've had a lot of migraines recently.
The remainding few had just left, following the grieving family back to their home. This left the boy by himself in the cemetary.
One thing leads to another, Then there's nothing left to say, Will I ever recover, To see the light of day. What's the use of praying, To he who weilds the sword.