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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.

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying... Fare thee well!

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

“Things that would love to find a human wandering alone.” The way he said human—as though it were an inferior, fragile thing—made her skin prickle. She had heard the rumors whispered in the servants’ quarters, in the back alleys of town: creatures in the woods with eyes that glowed and teeth too sharp, stories of people who left home at night and never returned. She’d never truly believed them. Not until now, with Lucien standing so close, the night bending around him, the air between them charged with something she couldn’t name. “You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

Perhaps extremely unpleasantly prolonged in time . Kit shuddered and a new wave of perspiration covered her body. Images from the most terrifying thrillers and horror films ever seen flashed through my head. At once I remembered all the stories I read about real crazy perverts who did monstrous things with their victims! Tears welled up in my eyes and it became impossible to breathe again.

She has told me to be fast today, as there's something I've got to help her with. And oh, before I forget, I am given a phone here. Well, I did not get in contact with anyone, not even with Kyra, so so far I've only been binging through the internet, seeing contents and laughing away my worries, as in my mind as I see tweets, I'd imagine how none of these humans know that Werewolves or Vampires actually exist. It makes me feel like some all-knowing person in the human world, at least, towards the realization of paranormal beings, which these lots still see as a fragment of their imagination.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

19-year-old Sean Mattews, recently known to be a werefox, shows up in class in his beast form- a two-tailed orange fox with golden eyes. He had just stepped out of a magic circle. His classmates (comprised mainly of humans and a few non-shifter paranormals who had already hit adulthood) were stunned to see him in that form. At the same time, many of the students, especially the females, found him very cute and even wished to touch him, but they held back and remained in their seats, fearing that he might not want their touch.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Georgia bit her lip and she squeezed her legs together. It's such a shame that he was totally her type. And it's even more shameful if it won't function anymore. Her slutty mind didn't even mind riding him with a condom on. Zombies can infect people by their saliva, but there isn't any proof that they can also infect people by their sperm. "I... I will have to touch you, Mr. Morr. Again, this is only my job." She told the man who only let out a snort, as if he didn't believe what she said.