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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...
#acrostic not sure if it fits (M)any things remain unknown (Y)ou may not believe in things such as ghosts (S)ome folks though, swear they exist (T)hey tell you their stories of spirits that...
Alone, in the darkness, And there's nowhere to hide. Can't tell if I'm conscious, I think I'm out of pride. Empty is my vision, Hiding forever, black. I need a decision, Wait... What's behind my back.
#beginninglinechallenge The door closed with a creak and shut behind me. My eyes slowly accustomed to the gloom. I held my breath until all around me The features emerged of the dusty room.
So far I have written about two very scary illuminations of reality during an awake like state, the first one being more frightening than the last one This last experience of horror during1980 was...
Last night I tossed and turned and had a really bad night, waking up and still half asleep As I was nodding back of to sleep I was woken by a bark from my little Yorkshire Terrier.
A whisper in the hallways, A grey smudge in the yard, Not solid and not touchable, Not see-through yet not hard.
The shadows in the hall Dancing down the walls, The voices in the breeze That bring you to your knees. The stories you are told That shake your very soul, The un-departed dead Are voices in your head.
Ok..So ghosts. Not everyone believes in ghosts, and I didn't when I was really young. Until I saw and heard things myself!.
A true horror story that happened to me when I was 11. A bit long, read at your own risk. It was a rainy winter night at Quinta Camp the day it happened for the first time.
I suppose my fascination with the night sky and the possibility of alien life forms began when I was 4 years old. That was when I was introduced to The Sky At Night with Patrick Moore.
#nightdwellers. Have you ever had that eerie feeling. That something isn't quite right. The sensation someone, something is watching you. In the darkest depths of the night.
I'm standing alone. No one in sight. This place is so eary. In the darkest of night. Orbs they do roam. Around all these rooms. Making their noises. Slamming doors with big booms.
I lie in my bed Eyes wide awake I'm hearing these noises But what do they make Some are so soft Some they do creak I often here voices And noises that speak Some are so ghostly I bury my head To...
I saw him, dark against the shadows,. Back pressed to the wall,. Bright white eyes, a painted mask,. His cloak fell through the floor,. I know the concept of his story,.
Based on a true story: Amy was just six, when Eve came to stay with her mother. They hadn't seen each other for at least a year, so had a lot to catch up on.
I haven't posted for a while so if you could give some helpful pointers that would be much appreciated.
My name is Ivory. I am 18 years old. I am tall and lanky and awkward. I am not a schizophrenic. Nor am I bipolar, or have multiple-personality disorder.
I picked the miscellaneous tape up from the floor and dropped it into my handbag to tidy it up. It was a deep green Radley bag. Lush like a forest of summer leaves: my favourite colour.
She's there. He's there. They sit, by the stair. They know I'm aware. That there's two of them there. I won't admit. That that's where they sit. It just isn't fit. I can't admit it. Sent away.
I always beleived in ghosts, but today seeled the deal.
It was there all along. I never knew, I never realised, barely even suspected.
I feel you Only I can't touch you I sense you But don't know your thoughts I taste you Can you taste me too.
Well my mum stayed round mine last night and this morning she mentioned that whilst she was trying to get to sleep she felt someone tapping on her right side, she turned round and nothing was there.