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Dressed to impress. But she's all on her own. He follows from a distance. On the path to her home. He moves a little closer. As she moves through the dark. Unavoidable shadows.
So here is the behind the scenes of the last Funday.
#FridayFun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
In the Oklahoma panhandle exist five small caves carved naturally by erosion out of the sandstone.
The Rafferty's moved into number 63 Orchard Lane on December 2nd, 2008. A Victorian property, surrounded by mature trees and shrubs. The drive curved around the front of the gorgeous property.
#nightdwellers#beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.....
The darkness engulfed Lynn's flashlight beam. "Crap!" she whacked it multiple times but got to response. The tap tap tap got closer. "Come on. Come on!" she shook the flashlight frantically.
This was a story I wrote last night but was too tired to finish. .........,........................................
#halloweenparty #theparty The night is upon us It's All Hallows' Eve It's the party he's been waiting for He doesn't expect me to leave I wait with the others As the damp fog rolls in They have no...
~Ghost story~ ~Not mine~ Old Man McManor was the foulest-tempered fellow you ever did see; but he owned and operated the only sawmill over in Camden, so folks had to deal with him.
~This is kinda a follow-on/sequel to Bloody Mary~ ~Again, spooky story and it doesn't belong to me~ ~Sorry it's so long~ My stepmother was vile.
~Spooky story, not mine~ She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch.
~Yet another spooky story; not mine~ ~Sorry this is a bit long~ Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks.
~WARNING:Horror story; not scary but slightly gory~ ~I didn't come up with this~ Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway.
Take the key. Open the door for me. I have no fingers you see. So open up that door for me. Many moons ago. I didn't know. The law stated so. To lose my fingers in one go. I didn't do it.
You fools, you think you can burn me. Cast my body to the stake and the flames. You think you can drive away the devil. I will not be defeated, black amber courses through my veins.
Back just about 30 years ago, a young woman was just getting over the death of her boyfriend, who had just recently died in a car accident.
Vivian, Mary and Hartley were adorned in white robes and tiaras of thorns. The three women were of incomparable beauty.
There were seven men Around a pyre, Their touches held aloft, Ready for a fire. The moon was full, Yet the night was still. No howl or caw, No breeze of wind, Or whispers from the trees.
I soon found myself shoving on my old leather jacket on the hunch that my grandad had told me.
Ole Weirdwolf killed a leprechaun and now he is in trouble, For the POLAce are going to get him, In their cauldron a spell bubbles. They add frogspawn and jelly, And a pube of R. Kelly's.
Home has started to feel rather full lately, with me sharing space with not only the Master and Mistress but also rabbits, gold-fish, birds, a boisterous dog and a monkey, of all things.
I think every secondary school had its scary story that every kid knew by heart...
#nightdwellers. The message was spelt in blood,. Smeared across the street cobbles,. Mixed with the dust, grit and mud,. Standing boldly in the orange light,. Death looked on, fierce in his silence,.