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I guess her screams were more than a memory. Like lungs filling with water. Like skies turning into darkness. A shadow, a spirit killer. The floor still had a violent creak.
It's amazing what kind of people can be found in the world today. More astonishing still is the type of people who can't be found in the world anymore.
It's three days now since I told you of my nightmares that haunt me at night,but what I haven't told you is that each time now they are changing the reason for this I do not know an its puzzles me...
Lately, weird things have been happening in the house. Well, I must say, it's not like as if it's new to me. It happened when I was eight. My sisters and I were... terrorised.
It came to rest in the corner of my room, concealing its face under the cover of a cool twilight.
I've got a daemon inside And I like it, When she writhes, Fills me, takes control, The way she lights me up, And turns me into Something to be feared, Loved, revered, An object of...
A dark and dreary day of sorrow and gray, with a man grieving his lover’s death. How he wished he felt her final breath; his absence an untimely regret.
He looked at me for a long while without saying anything. Finally he asked,"are you sure?" I stared into his eyes. "As sure as I'll ever be," I said. He grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
#halloweenparty. #pumpkins. Fiery pumpkin head,. With your burning eyes,. Flames dancing inside,. Like a million fireflies,. Your sharp crooked teeth,. Framed by a grin,. Malevolent and twisted,.
-This is a Creepypasta story It's 2:00 AM Peacefully, yet lightly, your sound asleep in your bed. It's the kind of dream that is so good, you can't tell if you're awake or dreaming.
The psychologist's office does not seem to belong to the kind of man who would allow a underage citizen to make an appointment.
When he opened his eyes, Darren sensed he was in hospital but there was a lot of noise, some screaming, some yelling and some loud gibberish sounds coming from other patients on the ward.
#youngwritershousehold. Mirror Mirror,. What a killer,. My reflection isn't sweet,. But that girl isn't me,. She does the same as I do,. At the mirror she comes too,. But it isn't me I swear,.
There is a story about a young boy who was leaving school one evening when he heard a noise behind him. Looking back, he saw a beautiful girl sitting at a window.
Two four one add the beat of my drum and you'll be mine, Trapped forever in time. Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, don't close your eyes, Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, that's where he hides.
"Stop there." The One Who Influences spun round, meeting Tpek's eyes. Tpek almost took a step backwards.
Say her name six times CandyGirl.... CandyGirl..... I daren't say it again Don't hide that frown Ready for some pain.
"come on, what are you worrying about It's only a house" " yeah but it's a house that is notoriously bad at letting people out of it" but Alice was already running towards the house, Jenny followed...
Hannah and her friends all got in the car, waiting for her mum to drive them to school.
May 3 2012 I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ...
It is a cold rainy day in the village of Clipstone.
Mørkeredd.. Hvorfor er man mørkeredd . Kanskje ligger det noe i det å være mørkeredd.
He pinned her to the ground, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he struggled to keep hold. She thrashed beneath him. Her torso twisting, legs kicking wildly but he persisted.
You know those times when you look at your reflection, and see something move in the background.