Haunt Your Heart Out Novels & Stories

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

Where was everyone? She couldn't help feeling an ominous feeling creeping up on her. It was too unsettling to ignore so she stopped her car in the middle of the road. She started a reverse and just like she half suspected, black dressed men started to nimbly jump out of the shadows one by one to block her way. One of them stood in front of her car to stop her from leaving but she didn't care, she stepped on the accelerator, ready to run him over if he dared to remain there but he suddenly raised a gun aimed straight at her head.

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heavy. An unexplainable dread began to creep into me, my heart hammered through my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, overwhelming silence of the room. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to yell, to demand answers, to shake off this terrible feeling, but I was rooted to the spot, listening only to the frantic pounding of my own heart. The bathroom door was a solid barrier, and behind it, secrets I didn't want to uncover.

"I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering." Her gaze burned with an unholy fire, as if the very depths of hell had unleashed a demon upon me. "When you hear the name HILDA FARELL in your next life, you will not flee," she declared, her tone dripping with confidence. "You will instead surrender to my will."

I harshly opened the door and staggered as I walked. If running away from an ongoing event makes me feel bad, I don't care. The words of Aurora replayed in my head like a broken radio cassette, no matter how I tried to get rid of it, it stabbed my heart to bleed before it fell to the ground shattered.

i fear for the worst i am in a room of endless empty offices light fixtures ticked on and off like christmas lights in the summer i ran and ran but the hallways did not stop an endless vignette of darkness swallowed me they’re out to get me a monster is right around the corner it is silent yet it prowls it is here and yet it is not here it is out of sight, not out of mind have to kill it before it kills me or i descend to the furthest depths of hell and burn for all of eternity Mickey blew out like a fuse box and passed out on his desk. He’d be sleeping peacefully again. For now.

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

“I don't want money. I just need two kisses a day as my wage.” Hazel blushed upon hearing this. She was about to say something when she heard a sharp voice calling out her name, “Hazel.” Timothy only needed to hear the voice to realize it was the same haunting ghost showing up again.