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Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

on my side, under my left breast. “Damn, Lana.” He trailed a finger along the letters. “Is that a warning or an invitation?” Hot white need flashed through my body at his slow touch. I bit back a moan and he smirked. He just laughed, tugging his shirt back on, muscles flexing like a sin. “Next stop.” I didn’t ask where we were going. He liked being mysterious and annoying. Turns out, the next stop was a thrift store that looked like it had been raided by drunk witches and drag queens. The sign out front just said YES in big red letters. No context. No explanation.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

I wink at him and he laughs. "Pizza is ordered. It will be here in about twenty minutes." Gavin says as he walks back into the living room, sitting on a recliner over to the side of the couch. "You want to watch a movie with us dad?" Grant asks. Gavin nods his head and smiles at Grant. "Sure. What are you guys going to watch?" "Naudia said to find something good, so I am going to find a good scary movie to watch." Grant smirks at me, he knows I am not a fan of scary movies. They make me all paranoid and shit.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

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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.