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I say “So after mom passed, dad had to make ends meet and he worked late nights at the Muller factory in town. I was what? 11? And y’all were 9?” They shake their heads in agreement. Julius is watching me intently of course with a boy like wonder in his eyes. I guess he likes ghost stories. “Like all good ghost stories begin, it was a dark and stormy night. The aftermath of hurricane Hugo was coming through our area. The boys had just gotten a drum set and we’re annoying me and Becca to tears.” “Not fair, we were good!” Christopher says “To get them to stop playing we decided to watch a movie. They wanted to watch the Gremlins.” I say.

He nodded at what I said. "And that's really the scary thing you want to watch?" he said laughing. I winced there. Yohann prepared popcorn and soft drinks for us to drink. He also took Beer. Night of Horror began and my hair almost stood on end. The show is especially about Aswangan. My hair stood on end and I was thinking of something. Gosh! I knew it. I don't want to watch this. It's about the young man who moved to the province of Siquijor and then he met a girl. Elena is very beautiful.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

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 turned slowly, but it was still too dark to see anything. I flipped on the light, expecting an empty room. But there she was—huddled in the corner, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and terrified. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than I’d expected, with soft features and a floral sundress that looked improper in this house of criminals. Suddenly, the door creaked open behind me. The same guy from the staircase earlier, along with two others, appeared in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room. “Hey, man. You see a girl run by here?” he asked, feigning casualness.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

I parked on the curb and we both got out, walking up to another boring looking house with green windows and a broken porch light. The girl who answered looked like she’d just woken up. Hair tied in a loose bun, face bare. She blinked at us and stepped back when she saw who we were. “We just want to ask a few questions,” I said calmly. She didn’t look convinced. “We’re not here to hurt you,” Alex added. She stepped aside, slowly, and we walked into a small living room with a fan spinning noisily on the ceiling. She sat on a couch and hugged her knees.

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

a voice that obviously belonged to a guy was very noticiable in the quiet space Silence The little boy monster like face moved and twitch The little boy face was really not scary, in the contrary, the little boy was like an epinome of monster beauty But when he started on moving his face and twitching And when the crowd especially filtered him as similar to the monsters outside It was so creepy, much more creepy than what was the little girl smile had impacted to them The legendary neverending shiver once again returned as shivers run down as the crowd spime while they try to run for their life after hearing what the little boy-no, the little monster had said

I sigh and look at my reflection for the last time, I didn't remember having a tattoo which was weird. I heard a knock on the door. I then wear the dress and the robe back before answering. "Yes?" I said, I slowly walk to the door but no one was answering. " Who's there?" I ask but there was no one, the fear was slowly creeping inside of me, I slowly walk backward and reach for the knife in the table, I heard muffled movements in the window then after was the sound of the glass breaking, my eyes widen as I ran at the other side of our bed and reach for Corro's phone.