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Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door. I spun towards the door, accidentally tipping over the ink bottle. I thought nothing of it; the ink had never spilled before. Even so, I decided to turn back and pick it up. Which is when I noticed that the ink had somehow spilled, and not only that, but it spilled right onto my finished manuscript, 1001 Dark Tales. I sat there staring for a second, completely forgetting about the knock on the door. Nothing happened, though, and relief instantly filled me.

"Now, I will claim what was meant for me all along." ​Laura felt a surge of cold dread. They had been led like lambs, and now they were trapped in the very heart of the mystery they had come to solve. The trap had closed, and the endgame of the Pact of Blood had begun.

Before long, two luxury cars pulled up at the hotel entrance. Many of the guests, curious to see what could happen, followed us in their own cars all the way to our destination. When the cars stopped, I asked the driver to let Victor off. Victor took off his sunglasses and looked around, his face turning red with rage as he yelled, "What the hell, Colin? You actually brought me to a cemetery? What's your plan?" "Calm down, and just follow me," I assured him and led him a few steps forward until we stopped before a tombstone. "Now, take a good look. Whose tombstone is this?"

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

Paul saw it and something in him pushed him into following the dark shadow, just like the dark shadow, he was moving speed. ____ Eric was on his way home when he sense someone following him. He always follow the forest route to his house. It was the shortest way to reach his home quick. He turned to look behind him but he couldn't see anything. He continued his walking but stops when he heard a noise behind him. He stopped and managed to block a sharp shaped small star piece of metal thrown towards his direction. It was a gloomy night but Eric could see perfectly around him. He wasn't surprised when a single lone figure landed at his front from one of the trees surrounding them. He knew imme

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

The screen loaded, and a list of old news articles popped up, the dates flashing across the screen. I scrolled through the articles, my eyes quickly skimming the headlines. Most of them seemed to say the same thing; unresolved, no leads, mysterious circumstances. But then, one article caught my attention, dated a few months after the initial reports. "Case Closed: Female Student Responsible for Brutal Murder of Prestige School's Guard," the title read.

He is not supposed to be walking around freely and now the reason of our headache. “What if the person died was actually from the other world?” both of us looked when Aina approached and told us that. “You remember what Yana told us? The man that killed her mom vanished together with the body and blood like nothing happened.” She said and I remembered that one. There was a day when she told us what she saw and honestly, I could not believe her the first time I heard the story. That was the most unbelievable story I have ever heard since I started working as a detective. I heard false alibis, that excuse that makes the culprit looks like present when the truth was, he is not the one who was s

Hi friends, First I would like to thank you for choosing my book. This is my first attempt to write a supernatural story. I want to insist you guys bear with me and go on until the end because then only you will see all the mysteries getting solved and everything fall in its place. You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time.