Grim Tales From Down Below Minnie Novels & Stories

He asked me to come down for a bit and I can’t help but wonder the type of game he was playing. Immediately I closed my door, I rushed to the mirror and expected my hair was a complete mess. For a moment, I considered washing up but if I did, it may make him think that am trying to impress him which am not so I just pull my hair into a bun and washed my face. Getting to the stairs, the lights were turned off but they were tea candles, lighting up a path to the backyard. There were golden and red lights hanging above the swimming pool and the red rights read “I’m sorry for being the worst host on the planet”.

I had disturbing dreams involving Graham and my daughter. “I dreamed that Annie was sleeping alone in a bed; she was agitated, and her eyebrows were drawn together in an eager expression, as if she were having bad dreams. Suddenly there was a low, dangerous snore coming from under Annie's bed, and then Graham, with the scar covering most of his face and the macabre smile there, made him look hideously terrifying. He was under my daughter's bed like a real bogeyman, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

I fell to the floor, curling up. I survived. I somehow managed to survive. However, just before I could celebrate, I caught sight of the mirror from the corner of my eye. There were three deep purple marks on my neck, like something had cinched tight around my throat. Between them, a slit slowly opened. It opened, then closed. It was a real gill.

"Be here, Min." "I am here," Mina replied. "Not like that." Mina bit again into her apple, she chewed, and then she swallowed. "This is all I have." There was a moment of silence in the table. The others moved restlessly, looking at each other between the sisters. Gina laughed, but she was too fast, too cheerful, and she smoothed the air above her face. The conversation later broke when they were climbing up the stairs leading into their dorm. “You can’t keep living in the grave,” Gina said, frustrated. “You have to breathe sometime.”

"The Thornes own the sky and the towers, Elena Sterling. But they do not own the deep places. They are too afraid of the dark to look where the shadows are thickest." We stopped in front of a massive, rusted iron grate set into the side of a crumbling brick warehouse. The woman reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out a heavy iron key. She turned it in the lock, and the grate swung open with a groan that sounded like a dying animal. "Welcome to the Below," she said.

Splitting up is usually a bad thing to do when ghost hunting, but they finally found their friend when they heard one of them shout out. “GUYS!!! GINA’S HERE!!! HURRY UP!!!” They ran to where they heard their companion yelling. They all saw that Gina was sitting under the fence behind the abandoned classrooms. Her feet were already inside the fence and she was facing away from them. Then she lay down on the ground and crawled inside the fence with her feet going in first... She looked like a crawling version of the ghost in The Grudge, but backward! Everything happened so quickly and some of them even screamed. Good thing that one of the students, who was nearest to Gina, managed to get a ho

A bang was heard, and his pocket burst open, sending two sheets of yellow paper with strange-looking runes floating to the ground. Skyler’s expression changed drastically while Glen lowered his head in a flurry and picked up the charms. “Glen!” Skyler felt lingering fear in the meantime. The sight of the runes scribbled on the sheets of yellow paper was ghastly and terrifying. Just the sight of it sent a shiver down his spine. Glen tried to defend himself by saying, “I got it from a flea market!” A few other companions who came with them took a few steps back in fear and kept a distance from Glen.

It was a labyrinth of steel pipes and wooden planks, stretching four stories into the gray sky. As they stepped directly under the center of the structure, Griggs abruptly stopped. He looked at his watch, his face pale. "Actually, Ms. Frost... I need to grab the updated schematics from the trailer. Wait right here," Griggs mumbled, practically sprinting away before Zara could respond. Zara frowned, turning to Julian. "That was odd." Julian opened his mouth to reply, but before the words could leave his lips, a terrifying, metallic groan echoed above them.

"I am the one who survived the basement, Minny. I am the one who knows what the dark feels like. You? You’re just a girl playing dress-up in a dead man’s office." "The dark?" Minny laughed, a sound so cold it made the ether in the air feel like ice. "I grew up in the light, Jian, knowing every smile from my 'mother' was a lie. Knowing every hug from my 'father' was a betrayal of my blood. I have lived in a darker room than you ever dreamed of. At least you knew who your enemies were. I had to eat breakfast with mine for twenty years."