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“Gem!” She dashed through each room, her heart pounding in her chest until she finally stumbled upon the horrifying scene. There lay Gem, lifeless, in a pool of blood, and her holes destroyed. It was the same as Mike and Reed. Before Red could take the next breath, the haunted mansion vanished along with her friends' dead bodies, leaving her frozen and gasping for breath. With the help of a passerby, she was able to return home. As soon as she got there, she told her mother about her pregnancy, and before her father got back from work, they escaped Hamlet together.

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me." Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…" Exactly. I killed Edgar. As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring. Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

I asked softly. "Not anymore," he replied, his voice gentler than I'd ever heard it. Soon, Lily fell asleep, her little face flushed like a contented kitten. I started to feel drowsy, too. 【Comment 4: History in the making. The first wholesome family moment in a horror game. Ever.】 【Comment 5: She even healed the most terrifying ghosts.】 【Comment 6: I don't think this is a horror game. I think it's a family sitcom.】

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

He knew that the stories of the Silver Moon Tavern & Inn would forever remain a part of him, a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, there existed a beauty that transcended time. And so, the abandoned building continued to stand, a silent witness to the passage of years, its corridors echoing with the laughter and tears of the past, and the memory of a curious werewolf who had ventured into its depths on a moonlit night. Wow, was this supposed to be a horror story? I looked at the cover of the book and saw it was a collection of short horror stories. I did not find this story so scary to be honest. I found it more funny than anything else. Maybe because my life was always just me and

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

"Many innocent ones died untimely deaths because of bitches like you. They're here to say Hi to you. Now be quiet and let me eat." Hunter drew the blinds again and went inside. The whole night Zara sat against the tree, trying not to notice the movements or the flashes of white swooshing around her. It was the first time in life that terror sealed her throat. She was one to love horror settings like these, but this was something she wasn't prepared for — A real horror experience. ~~~ Zara's third night was spent tied in the woods too. No matter how much she instigated Hunter he didn't put a bullet between her eyes. Or a knife in her heart.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t