Miss Mary Mack Horror Novels & Stories

He dragged out a chair for her to sit on, the act creasing Missy’s brows into confusion, she sat down digging in the gentleman’s act he just portrayed. “Where is your mother?” Davis asked, looking around the table that was getting filled with guests already to find his wife missing and not with them. “I should go look for her.” Missy stood up and before anyone could deny she had ran off, straight out of the hall and to the foyer, taking the stairs and running upstairs. Finish covering the stairs with her heels clicking on the golden tiled floor of the hallway solemnly, she rethink to the beginning of when her life was announced for destruction, when her life was sentenced to trauma.

Cheif Lewis asked, confused. "The photos are of Madison!" Mack's voice cracked slightly. "Who is this Madison person?" Cheif Lewis was still so confused. OH.MY.GOD! Did he really not know any of his peoples families? "Madison is my daughter?!" Mack paused before laying the final blow. "Brent has kidnapped her!" Mack was met with silence that he thought that the Chief hung up on him. Cheryl was piled in a heap on the floor whimpering at the loss of her child. Mack was so helpless and on the verge of breaking down himself, he was about to hang up the phone before the Chief replied.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

needed to free my parents and hug them again. Not to mention I needed free elders Nevel and Father C. I just hoped that no one was badly hurt by Frank. With my mind full of determination I pulled my long hair back into a high ponytail. Footsteps thundered up the stairs and I knew it was Mack coming to inform me about the murders. Scott was already upstairs in his room with ShyElle who was sleeping. Soon there was loud and insistent knocking on my door. I took a deep breath and ran my hands over my face. It was time to put on a show again. I opened the door and looked directly into Mack’s ocean eyes. “What happened Mack? Why are you here at my door so late tonight?” I asked in a surprised vo

I took one step forward. The pressure was too much. Damian's knees buckled, and he crashed to the floor. He wasn't knocked down by magic. He was crushed by pure, primal fear. "What... what is this?" he gasped, looking up at me, his eyes wide with terror. Isla shrieked and scrambled off the bed, clutching my necklace like it was a lifeline. I didn't give them another glance. I turned and walked out of the defiled room. I shut the door and engaged the security lock.

I knew the truth, though. It hadn’t been someone else, some otherworldly presence possessing my body. No, it had been me. Some fucked up version of who I was slithered out from the shadows that it hid in. It had kept me safe, but in doing so, it had killed one of the most important people in this pack. “Where’d your apron go?” Missy, one of the cooks, rasped. She was a middle-aged she-wolf with greying hair and a plump backside that she often attributed to all of the fried food she made. Her voice was rough around the edges from the cigarettes she’d sneak out back to smoke, but her heart was in the right place.

When all I do is nod sullenly, she continues, “It’s a clusterfuck, but I think the only way for you and me to get more information and get to the bottom of all this is if Nick gets captured, so we might as well play our part and try to make that happen.” “I agree,” I admit, though it leaves a hollow feeling in my gut—I still can’t shake the creepy image of the senator becoming ‘possessed’ and croaking those haunting words at me with his last breaths. “Chin up, short-stack,” Mary Sue says, bopping me under the chin lightly with her fist. Her calling me short-stack is rich, considering I’m at least a foot taller than her pipsqueak, Oompa-Loompa self. “Tomorrow the Terrible Two-Some of Sick and

If I wasn’t freaking out about my secret being found out before I am ready to tell it, I might actually think Mack’s behavior was sweet. I watch as Mack shows Doc Edwards to the front door. “I ordered some stuff from Maggie’s. You didn’t eat much today. You must be starving.” My stomach growls at the mention of Maggie’s. They have the best dessert and appetizers. “Got a little bit of everything. Scary movie night is back on.” I guess that explains what he was doing on his phone. “Are we really not going to talk about what happened tonight?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

Maggie held up her hand in a gesture to signal him to stop where he was. “Stay where ya are,” she barked. “No one is going anywhere. Not just yet, anyway.” She looked directly at Tara. “I want ya to sit there and listen to me for a bit while I try to explain what’s been going on here. It’s a bit hard to understand, so I’ll take me time.” Tara reluctantly agreed and took the chair between Brandon and her dear friend. Maggie spoke of times of old with demons and witches and sorcerers; times in her country when people believed in the undead and of possession.

Mia felt like her head was out of place and suddenly became heavier on her head, her eyes closed slowly filling her view with darkness and she felt her feet buckling beneath her, unable to carry her weight anymore, Aaron immediately reached for her and grabbed her before she would hit the ground, "Mia." He called her name but she had already been swallowed up by the darkness and was now in an unconscious state, He made sure to gingerly pick her up in his arms and just as soon as that was done, the door to the alchemist's workshop flew open and a seething Miram walked in, It was clear to Aaron that she perhaps wanted to finish what she started at the corridor, Her brows became so furrowed,