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Why do ghost stories still scare me? I know they aren’t real. Still, I psych myself out at the most random moments. For instance, I’ll simply be washing my hands in the bathroom. Then from the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw the shower curtain move. I stare at it hard,
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Starting off spooky season with one of my favorites! This is based on a dream I had when I was younger and had teddy bears. I don’t think I had any after this. Let me know what you think in the comments below the post!
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She wanders through the halls of her abandoned family home, most of it resembling remains of the catacombs. Except for the portraits, as they still hang. Sneaking secret glances, she feels the first pang. They glare as though they know what she’s done. Of course they do! They had known before it begun. Steadying her
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I was falling asleep when the faint outline of a door appeared on my ceiling. I was thinking of what I had to do the next day, when I started to notice it. The outline was blurry though. I was falling asleep- maybe it wasn’t actually there. No, there was definitely a door on my
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This story is not about being a hero, but it’s the truth. A couple years ago, I tried catching up with “The Walking Dead”. I was just finishing up season 3 when I decided to spend the weekend at my Dad’s. His little secluded house is in a town called Beach Park where, despite its
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The twin-sized, metal-framed bed creaks every time we move, each creak more unsettling than the last. My parents and I have been relocated to a social center in the center of the city, and the bed is our only private area in a room full of other families. It’s a single room but fits about
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All I could hear, all I wanted to hear, were my feet pounding against the pavement. I gulped in air as the stitch in my side was threatening to crumple me and my heart was preparing to burst. I finally reached the high school and looked for a loose board. Found two. Although stained red,
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I was returning home from school, walking down Winona St. It was a foggy day, and I tightened my grip on the the straps of my backpack when I noticed the fog becoming thicker. I already knew I was dreaming- I wasn’t in school and didn’t live here anymore. But there was no threat
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Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go. The cart knows the way to carry the prey that try to hold onto their souls. Grandma has been kidnapped, and we need to save her. What do we know so far? She has been kidnapped by a demon, dragged to hell, and
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What was your favorite or most memorable childhood toy? You’d be surprised what kind of answers come from asking that question. You might even surprise yourself with your own answer, remembering long ago moments you didn’t think you’d ever think of again. How did you get the toy? Was it a reward? A gift? Something
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