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he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

Anyway, I am going to get myself some snacks before I leave. I stopped when I saw something frightening. Deep orange or yellow eyes looking at me in the dark. I tried to move but my leg felt glued to the place. I heard footsteps and everytime I heard one, those eyes got closer. The vision became clearer as I saw some scary teeth like those of wolves. Is this Beta Hale? Is he trying to kill me? I have no power to fight him, I can't survive this . It's getting closer, oh no! I had no choice than to scream my lungs out.

A scream ripped free from my throat as I dropped the bag, and stumbled backward, falling onto my butt. All of the demons in my head started laughing as the shadowed figure rushed toward me. As the person made it to the doorway, a loud growl echoed through the house, and a large, pale wolf slammed the person against the wall. The light of the front entryway illuminated a soaking wet Scarlett being pinned to the wall by Parker's snarling wolf, and for a moment I stopped breathing at the sight of him.

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?

images filled my mind. Sharp. Violent. Fast. I gasped. My grip tightened around the baby. Damon grabbed my arm. “Aria!” The images kept coming. Blood. Fire. Wolves fighting wolves. Claws tearing through flesh. I could hear the sounds. Roars. Screams. The ground covered in red. I shook my head hard. “Stop.” The images vanished. My breathing came out uneven. Damon’s voice dropped with fear. “What did you see?” I struggled to find words.

I took one turn and then another, but the staircase was nowhere to be found. Panic began to creep into my chest as the paintings stared down at me from the walls, grotesque and violent. Warriors with spears plunging into their chests, heads of serpents mounted as trophies, and snarling animals frozen mid-kill. Their glassy eyes gleamed in the dim light, scaring the hell out of me.

But nothing I do is enough to keep the awful smell from filling my lungs. “Haven’t you learned you can not hide from me yet, little girl?” A sinister smile spreads across his deformed features, a smile that is lacking in enjoyment and one my eight year old brain likens to one the Devil must wear when torturing his victims. Uncle Frank even looks like a Demon with his scared face that resembles that monster from your nightmares, Freddy Krueger was it? I wasn’t allowed to watch scary movies because of my young age, but I once went out to the living room when nobody noticed and saw the monster murdering teenagers on the tv late one night.

“Look at my picture!” “Leni, honey, we can show Daddy after dinner.” Mama whispers in my ear and takes my picture away. Now I don’t have anything to make Daddy smile. I look at the strangers. They have scary smiles. One man smells like stinky cheese. Another one smells like the fishies floating on top of the water in the river. I don’t like it. I make a wolf face to scare them, but they laugh and make baby sounds at me. I’m not a baby. I’m a big girl. Mama said so.

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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.