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But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

I asked her curiously as I sat comfortably on her couch and the three of them sat on the big one adjacent to mine. "Well, I believe that there's nothing to be scared of. The ghosts, vampires, witches, and werewolves are just in the books. Right? Fiction. Not real." My oblivious girlfriend explained, and that made the three of us, supermarket beings, look at each other. If you just knew, Pryce. None of us here is purely human. "Uh, yeah, yeah. They're just in the books. Horror books. They are a product of one's creative minds… and to scare people." Sander agreed with her best friend. Now, I really don't know how we will tell Pryce about the whole truth.

I sank down, leaning back against the cushions, pulling my legs up slightly as if that small movement could shield me from the weight of everything I had just read. The ring was still in my hand. The letter was still nearby. And the urge to keep reading was still there—stronger than before. Despite the fear curling in my stomach, despite the unease pressing in from all sides, my fingers moved again. I clicked another link. Then another. Page after page. Story after story. Each one darker, older, more disturbing than the last. The deeper I went, the creepier it became. And still— I couldn’t stop.

Wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, but something is better than nothing and to be honest, anything about him would capture my interest. It was a whole list of articles, some were good but most were not. I looked through the headings… ‘THE STERMYER MAFIA STRIKES’, ‘THE MAFIA OF STERMYER BEHIND RECENT CONSPIRACIES’, ‘THE STERMYER TYCOON’, ‘THE HUNTER’S PREY’ and the list went on…

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

I murmur. “Calla.” “I mean it. I smelled it earlier…like just before the scream. It was there. Then gone. Like my body was trying to tell me something.” “Oh my God.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You need sleep. And probably therapy. Definitely not romance novels.” Blaire watches me, eyes narrowed. “Look, maybe you just... connected. People feel weird things in emergencies. Adrenaline. Fear. Hallucinations.” “You ever hallucinate someone's face changing into a damn wolf?"

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Fear crawled slowly down my spine. Because if something was capable of shocking Alpha Darius,then whatever was written on that paper had to be very, very bad.

My stepmother would have never given me to him if she knew that he had this much money. I was about to leave the web when a particular article caught my attention. I clicked on the link which directed me to the original place where the article was published. I felt my heart beating fast against my chest as I read through. I sat up in fear, with my eyes glued to the device I was reading from. “What the hell?!!!!!!” ……………………………