Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

He felt Alfred might just be taking things too far but at the same time not too far because it's actually the law of the institution. Alex had an odd feeling, probably a feeling of impending doom but he couldn't come to a conclusion. Just as he sat on the chair, facing the security monitor, something caught his eye. He leaned closer to the screen to get a better view, squinting his eyes and immediately, he pushed the red button on the monitor table that sent alarms blaring. "Are you all ready?", Henry asked his crew with a smirk on his face. Most of his crew replied with a 'yes' confidently, while some nodded nervously. He was close to getting what he wanted and he could feel the joy already

I huffed rolling my eyes. "Talk about me as if I'm not here" I muttered "I like where your head is" Malcolm said nodding "I wanna watch a movie. Where are the CDs?" I asked standing up "In my room under the nightstand" Nathan said to me. I turned on my heel walking into the room over to the nightstand. The CDs were there stacked neatly so I grabbed them looking through them for awhile then I saw a movie called 'Why did I get married' and another called 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman'. I took them both turning on the TV then set up the DVD player as well. After putting the CD in, I went for some snacks seeing Malcolm editing his video he made today while Nathan was on the porch watching the rain

Was this a random burglary, or had someone uncovered her plans? Before she could piece it together, she felt a presence behind her. A large hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream. She thrashed, kicking and clawing, but then came a sharp sting in her neck. A needle. Her vision swam, her limbs turned heavy, and everything went black. When Stephanie awoke, her head throbbed, and her body felt weighed down. She blinked against the bright light, slowly realizing she wasn’t in her apartment anymore. The hum of engines filled her ears. She was on a plane. A private one.

murmured the young girl, stunned by the eyes of that stranger. "Help me, please," he whispered desperately, ignoring the girl's comment. The blue-eyed girl looked at him in confusion, pushing him aside to get up. That boy looked like a frightened, abandoned, and interesting dog. She raised her head a little to see behind the boy the arrival of the police at the tavern, grimaced, and turned her gaze back to the emerald eyes.

The blood moon hung low over Ashfang camp, casting an eerie red glow that bled through the towering pines. Shadows twisted and lengthened, the forest around us alive with whispered fears and restless spirits. It was a night heavy with ancient power — and a night that promised no peace. I stood at the edge of the clearing, the weight of the pack pressing behind me, their eyes reflecting firelight and uncertainty. The pup inside me stirred with a steady heartbeat, a steady pulse I clung to amid the growing chaos.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

Seeking comfort, one of its hands inched slowly out into the inky dark to stroke the head of the pet at its knee. “Absalom!” the killer proclaimed. “She has fallen! The city’s fallen. She has become a habitation of devils . . . sanctuary to every foul spirit . . . and breeding ground for unclean, detestable beasts.” He descended on her, twitching his long blade around, eager for more knife work. Inside his pocket his other hand grasped one of Principal Schunk’s initialed handkerchiefs, stolen from his office at the high school. Her mind erupting in panic, Katie cradled her slashed left arm and whimpered, shaking violently, fighting off shock. Blood pounded in her ears. She tried to sit up bu

"My mother had a brain hemorrhage. She's in the hospital being resuscitated. We urgently need two hundred thousand. "That intern teller, Carmen Sanders, froze my account. "I need you to call her right now and tell her to unlock it." There was a two-second silence on the other end. However, what came back was not panic. It was something colder. Deeper disgust. "Jane, if you're going to make up excuses, could you at least make them believable?

Third Person POV The room is well-lit, shimmering in an almost suffocating extravagance. Every surface is adorned with golden intricacy, catching the light from the crystal chandeliers that hang frozen in the ceiling. All while a piece of classical music is playing in the background. A man in a tattered white robe stained with blood sat chained to a white floral chair, its gold accents contrasting the desperation visible on the man’s face. Two men in suits flanked him, they were both equipped with guns, their hands gripping the chair into position as the man tried to wiggle out. The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a s