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In the Grave
Hannah Auther looked at the cursed piece of tombstone in her hands, making her feel nervous with blood rushing through her veins.She walked over to the gate and reflected on her surroundings. She had always hated Scary Graveyard with its overgrown, leafless trees. It was a place that caused her to clench her hands together with an uneasy feeling.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tommy Sellers. Tommy was a kind person with blonde hair. As Hannah looks over at his leg she sees a huge gaping wound that has blood gushing out of it.Hannwww.onedoor.ccah gulped. She g...
City of Sins
“Ducks with wings.”“Ducks? That’s what you are afraid of?”“No, I am afraid of ducks with wings,” she made a flapping gesture with her arms. He laughed. They were about to do something that might cost their lives, and here she was telling him that ducks with wings frightened her the most. This was their routine now. He and her, talking about the most random thing right before they were about to risk their lives. It was a way to keep out the thought that they might not walk out alive this time. One day their luck had to run out. Hopefully not today. Today, they will defeat death again.“What...
The Old Gravedigger
The Old GravediggerDaphne and Charles entered the Valley Memorial Cemetery in London, England at 8:30 pm as previously allotted by the (Future Archeologists of America Club). The initiation was to take place at the location. They were to spend the night in the graveyard and would be accepted as full members the next morning. Daphne wore jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, she brought a blanket to cover up with when the night temperature dropped. Charles had not been as conscientious and because they weren’t even friends she had no intention of sharing. Charles precariously sat down on one of the st...
DON'T LOOK BACK
DON’T LOOK BACK Copyrights Abhik BhanuBunty, Lucky, Roy, Sunder, Jenifer, and Tanisha were all college kids partying on a Saturday night on Goa’s Dona Paula beach. The night was dark and cloudy, and the tide placid low so the beach was quiet- ghostly quiet. The sand was soft and cool under their feet. There was a cool and pleasant breeze carrying the sea smells. It was around 11:00 PM when somehow the topic of ghost stories began while downing more pegs. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” Bunty said bluntly. Roy supported him, “Educated people don’t believe in such idiotic things.” “I believe...