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She teased. “Hush, child,” Aunt Liora said with a fond smile. “We’re just having a mother and daughter moment.” Lila peeked outside. “The wind’s wild mehn. The trees look like they’re trying to uproot themselves.” “I was going to make us tea,” Aunt Liora said, then paused. Her right hand cupping her chin “But maybe what we need is a good old-fashioned scary story.” I raised a brow. “Oh Really?”

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

It coiled my nerves and spine, weighing in the air like something tangible. I remembered Mom telling me stories when I was younger. Some were just simple bedtime stories to help me sleep, but others were scary ghost stories goaded on by Leo. Wanting to be brave like my older brother, I begged for them too. She was a silver-tongued narrator. Whether it was Goldilocks and the Three Bears or an old Italian ghost story, Mom painted pictures so vividly it was as if she’d experienced them firsthand. And I knew what she was about to tell me was a firsthand experience, and she was going to weave an image that would likely keep me up at night wondering if Mattia was going to appear standing over my b

“How can you sleep watching a real murder documentary but get scared of fake stuff like Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” I clear my throat. “Leatherface is based on a true story, so no. Michael Myers isn’t that scary, but the jump scares get you. Freddy Krueger is disgusting. And Friday the 13th depends on which one.” He shakes his head. “Get your ass in this bed.” I laugh, close the door, crawl under the covers, and settle onto my side, facing the TV. I set the sleep timer and let the show play. As the first episode starts, I feel myself drifting. I can feel Zade’s eyes on me.

If Deimos had seen Amy– or anyone else– that day, would he have signed a contract with them as well? I let the thought go and turn back to Rachel who is talking about the planning. “A Scare fest. I need to go for one.” Rachel blinks at me incredulously. “You're joking. The one with the scary people and potential serial killers behind masks? No.” “It'll be fun, I promise.” I whine. As a teenager, I loved reading horror stories. The thrill, the heart pounding scenes, I was obsessed. Who would have thought my life was going to end like one big horror movie?

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

Well, I hope that won’t happen. But honestly, it’s really scary that someone sends you texts telling you about what’s happening to you. Who wouldn’t be scared if a picture of me sleeping and going to the bathroom to take a bath was sent? He’s a total creep. Caleb said, that's too much for him to be a fan of me. Maybe next time I will really be kidnapped. Instead of helping me calm down and relax, he gave me a reason to overthink. I just hope that my stay here will be fine.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions: