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The two men turned and left the throne room side by side, yet miles apart. ~~~~~ The Dark Forest stank of death. Dense foliage loomed overhead, strangling sunlight. Magic beasts writhed through the roots like serpents, their growls rippling through the trees. Distant screams echoed, some human, most not. Victor’s sword was already slick with blood. He moved with terrifying speed, cutting down a leaping wolf-beast midair. Its body crumpled in a twitching heap. Aaron spun beside him, striking with surgical precision, his rapier piercing straight through the eye of a horned lizard-beast that reared for his throat.

I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness. “A story, but you are the writer between the two of us,” she says in a reply with a chuckle, she’s right usually I’m the one who makes up the stories, I’m the author, and I’m really proud about it. “I know, but tonight, I need you to do it,” I say in a sad voice, it was more of a whisper, I can’t tell her a story, not with how scared I’m feeling right now, my story would be one about ghosts, fear, demons that lurk outside your home and not the one under the bed ready to

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

“Pleasuring yourself.” He glanced at the scarf on the bed, picked it up, and blindfolded me. The darkness made my other senses sharper. I felt the mattress dip as he climbed closer. My legs trembled as he spread them wider, my breath caught when his fingers brushed against my inner thigh, moving slowly, deliberately. The vibrator was still humming faintly inside me. “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he whispered as my entire body shivered. His tongue slid into my pussy as his hands dug into my thigh.

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

“Well I… I feel scared… not too scared. Just… a little. I can’t really explain it but I don’t even know what I’m scared of.” His pen danced across the page. “And I feel so empty. I know I have everything now but I still feel like I'm missing something. Like something keeps–” Before I could finish speaking, everything suddenly glitched again. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to the therapist. He still sat there, legs crossed–but then his figure flickered, switching from a monstrous bloodied demon with twitching eyes all over its body. I gasped, my fingers squeezing the bed. Suddenly, there was a sharp snap.