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One day I was slowly walking while humming a blissful tune it felt as if something terrible was going to happen. Just after that I arrived at my flat, I pushed the front door of the flat and bang.
I must confess. Things haven't been right lately. The screams that tear through the middle of night are horrible.
The dark seemed to glow that night. Everything seemed different, but somehow reminded me of the past, in each blink.
When I was 12 years old, I had a best friend named Brenda. After school we always went to her house to hang out. She lived in a big house on the edge of town. One day, Brenda didn’t show up for...
Many years ago, there was a small, secluded village in the Swiss Alps. Today, it no longer exists, but at the time, it had a population of about 200 people.
When I was in school, my best friend Jessica was really into scary stories, ghosts and urban legends.
I am Manda. A 15 year old girl that goes to a normal high school. I have a caring mom and big sister. Me and my sister don't get along all the time but we once in a while do.
The moon lit up the cobbles to the now charcoal-caked crypt, Kirsteen instinctively looked up from her prey, she knew where she had to go; facing the truth of what was now, tormented her.
"I wonder if you can see from here. There, out the window. On the far side of the river...
Dear Jane, We’ve never really met before, but I feel like I should tell you something about myself. You probably wouldn’t recognize me if you saw me. I’m not very memorable.
The tragic story of The Milton School began one chilly Autumn afternoon.
I snuck in. The house was quiet. Everyone was out at work. The dog started barking but a quick dose of chloroform took care of him. I searched the rooms.
I woke up in hospital and heard m and dad arguing. I pretended to be still asleep. "She wouldn't be in this mess!" Shouted dad so I pretended to wake up.
We was in the living room drinking tea, mum scowling at the man who could be my dad.
At home I herd I knock at the door. I opened the door and there was a man at the door. He looked about like me. Brown hair with a side fringe, tall with gooseberry eyes like me.
The next day I went to school and everyone was laughing at me because I had broken my arm and nobody's signed it. Your popular when you break your arm and loads of signatures are on it.
*chapter 3* I came to oak tree to try and find the charm. "What you looking for bruise fool?" Asked Lucas, meanly. Lucas is the schools bully and pick on me because I faint to much.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Three bars out of five and the word Sprint across the top, along with the time and battery life.
(16+ content, please read with caution or not at all.) The promises died in his icy white breath -promises he'd never of kept, Kirsteen smirked.
'It is said there is no sin, In killing a beast, Only in killing a man.
My eyes are burning again, my stomach turns as I hear your voice close to me. The anger inside boils over the edge of my limits. Control... Keep control.
I want someone close, To rip me apart piece by piece. Until there's nearly nothing left- I need someone, to carry out this task.
I leapt to the side, avoiding the wolf but bruising my ribs on a rotten table. I clenched my side, but stood up quickly, as I knew the wolf wouldn't give up. I was right.
It glared at me, teeth bared, eyes fixed. Its body was one colossal concoction of a million swathes of fat, blobbing up and down like a wild boar.