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In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte

She sends flaming balls to the Reapers and the monsters halted, shrieking. Serra breathed in surprise. A fire Badblood. The most powerful elemental, she remembered Maria said. They're powerful since the Reapers are afraid of the fire. They're next to the Inkurs but not quite since the Inkurs can kill the Reapers and other Badbloods cannot. Reapers are dimensional creatures and the power that can kill them must also be dimensional. Dozen of Reaper were in front of Leni now, their scarlet eyes were fixed on her with a deathly gaze, but Leni gave back the gaze to the monsters like she's challenging them. She grinned.

Bad things happen on her birthdays and they were usually the dreams she had a night before, coming to reality. They were usually slight occurrences that didn't involve death but they were still bad. The worst thing about these nightmares was that it seemed there was nothing that could stop them from happening. They were bound to happen and Juana called it her curse. But her dad and granny thought it was fun or magic. Even if it was evil. "It'll let us know what to do and what not to do" Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it.

I know I will nearly solve the case. “Ahhh!!!” I heard the father scream and lose his mind and then the wind suddenly blew hard which kills the candlelight. My room is so dark and I can still feel them watching me. They were surrounding me and it made me freeze. I can still hear them. I know I need to be strong even though my fear is already eating me. I can hear the laugh, the scream, the whisper, the weep that makes me so scared and I can’t take it anymore. That is why I grabbed the lighter beside me and I immediately lit the candle and opened my eyes and looked around. They are suddenly gone. They are not here anymore and the atmosphere of my room went normal. I wiped my sweat that contin

It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them. What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable. Grim reapers are one of the most popular. They are also known as the angel of death or simply death. Few people also call them the "Grim of Death". For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death. Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

The only thing missing is a bag of nachos. The movies themselves are veritable classics, especially The Bride of Frankenstein which is in black and white. Most of them are horror movies, as in written by Stephen King or directed by him. Kate would’ve watched them any day with the Bali Girls but, being alone and in an unsavory cellar, she chickens out on Poltergeist.

Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue. Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless? Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking. This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho