Mortuary Station_The Cursed Bed_A Modest Fortune Told_The Thing
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Mortuary Station
It’s All Hallows’ Eve, and the night is whispering secrets. Three friends gather as they jump over the chained ironed gates leading to the old Mortuary Railway Station. “Didn’t I tell you this would be the perfect spot?” insists Mason with a wild grin. His athletic body has easily landed him on his feet from off the tall, sharp gates. He turns his head to the sound of a thud and a yelp. “I don’t know guys,” whimpers Howard as he dusts himself off and looks around. “I- I don’t think we should be here.” His slender frame begins to shiver. “Oh, don’t be such a coward, Howard,” taunts Mason ...
The Cursed Bed
The Cursed BedHi, my name is Ethan, and I'm 15、 The story I'm about to tell you is really cool yet very scary.It all started on the first day of summer break, I was very excited to finally stop going to school and doing homework. I thought my summer break was just going to be filled with playing video games, like always, and this is just how I liked it. but my summer break was way more different.My parents had just walked intowww.onedoor.cc my room and had told me “Ethan guess what for 6 months we have been hiding this but we’re going to Hawaii for 1 week to see a haunted hotel!” I was psyched!Two d...
A Modest Fortune Told
The Committee To Save The World(CTOSTW- pronounced sea toast W) met on the ship furthest from any landed area. A computer had been used to find the perfect spot. Every ounce of science and every ounce of intuition needed to be used. There must be a revolution now or there would be no more nows. The governments and their peoples were desperate. Only guesses had been made about how to do it, how to save the world.Each member of the committee had been chosen for their expertise. Klaus’s expertise in Climate change, Renke in languages, Stompf in finances, Dunke in psychology, Bowland in contract l...
The Thing
The tenth and final time somebody found the object, it was 1987、 Laura found it on the side of the road, and picked it up. She was an artist and finding and using detritus she had found was something that she often did. She couldn't even figure out what it was until she saw the glass eyes, and the feeling of fur between her fingers made sense. It was a teddy bear, the fur the only thing left of the child's toy. "Hey," she said, softly, running her fingers over what was left of it, covered in dirt and leaves as it was. The stuffing had completely disappeared. She glanced around the side of the ...