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she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

Gemma knelt down and struggled for a few minutes to pry up the old floorboard. Sure enough, under a layer of grey dust lay a cracked mirror and an old leather-bound book. “Oh, wow. I see what you mean by it looking creepy. That book reminds me of the book from the movie Evil Dead, but smaller. You think it’s a diary or a grimoire?” “A what?” “A grimoire. A witch’s spellbook. Like a cookbook for spells and potions.” “I don’t know.” Gemma handed the book up to Becky and set the mirror on the bed carefully. “Mind the mirror, it’s broken in the corner.”

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

Ranger Station – Just Before Dawn Clara hadn’t slept. She sat at her desk surrounded by books — some borrowed from the Terrell Historical Society, others from the dusty back shelves of the town’s near-forgotten library, and one, far older, bound in worn deer hide. It was a gift. Left anonymously at her door six months ago. No note. No return address. Only a title burned into the cover in no language she could read. But tonight, when she flipped to its center, the same split tree symbol was there.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

She pushed it open. It was a library. There were thousands of books. They went all the way from the floor to the high ceiling. The room smelled like old paper and honey. In the center of the room, there was a small desk with one very old book on it. The book was open. Elara walked to the desk. She began to read. The words were simple, but they told a scary story. The book was about Silas and his family. It told the secret of the curse.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.