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“I’m not sure. I did nothing for five years, refusing to write anything, and my life only worsened. Drinking, nightmares all the time, until I gave in after what happened with Emma, gave myself to it and started writing. And now the nightmares have gone away and I’ve stopped drinking. “And they’re true? These stories really happened? That’s what you’re saying?” He shrugs. “According to that boy . . . it’s my gift, or my curse, depending on how you look at it. Or, maybe I hallucinated the whole experience in Portsmouth and maybe coming so close to death flipped a switch in my head so now I’m receiving these stories, like I’m an antenna for them, or something. Or maybe it’s a little of both. T

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

Wes squinted his eyes and turned his face near profile to her. “No.” Sidney hesitated. “I mean, maybe. I’ve been talking to this guy for almost two years, near daily. If he is full of shit, he is very committed. I don’t think he is. But maybe the risk is part of the excitement?” “You write about horror, Sidney,” Wes said firmly. “You know where this story ends. With you in fifteen pieces in the mountains outside Telluride.” “Oh, stop being so dramatic. You’ll be there to protect me.”

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Author's Letter Hi it's me, Maple Writes I felt like the world was doubting I could do it. After being scouted by some editors, I was brought to GoodNovel by one of the head and best Editors, who messaged me to write on their platform. A mere 18 year old girl writing a werewolf story with mature and cryptic scenes.

“Castle. Vampires. Throne with issues.” “Vampires,” he echoed. “Right. Should’ve expected that.” He tilted his head. “You write horror?” I blinked. “What?” “You said ‘horror,’” he pointed out. “Unless you meant your life, in which case—relatable.” A reluctant smile tugged at my mouth. “Both, technically,” I said. “But yes. I… wrote horror. Online mostly. Short stories. Flash. Some longer stuff. Nobody important read them.” “Clearly somebody did,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the bus, the windows, the [KEY AUTHOR CANDIDATE: FLAGGED] that had flso long ago. “But hey, that’s metal. My mom hated scary movies; she’d have lost her mind over you.”

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"