Do I Do it?_Cursed_Murder to Come._A Scare is Born
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Do I Do it?
We walk out of the bus and line up in front of a grand, dramatic house. There are 10 of us, all waiting to meet our bachelorette. My palms are sweaty and my forehead is shiny. I quickly wipe my hands on my shirt and dry my forehead. The other guys looked equally nervous except for HIM. The obvious winner of this competition, Dylan. He's tall, handsome, and a charmer. I awww.onedoor.ccm not bad looking myself, just a very nervous wreck. "Do you think you'll win?" one of the guys beside me asks. I give him a shrug. "I don't stand a chance." he whispers. All of a sudden, a very beautiful woman walks out the th...
Cursed
The news of her good friend and mentors car accident would rattle her enough to prompt the practicing Wiccan in to having an infrequent glass of Pernod, which she’d enjoy over ice, with a squeeze of lemon and a spoonful of sugar. The call came at 8:27 p.m. It was Friday, October 30th and Gwendolyn McCaffrey; co-steward of the “Idabel Coven” was just putting the finishing touches on her famous “Red Velvet Devil’s Food” cupcakes. She wasn’t on the phone for more than three minutes, but those three minutes would be long enough of an opening for Gwen to cross through the doorway of Wiccan normalcy...
Murder to Come.
He was struggling, but it was no use. There was a familiarity to the man being attacked, I couldn’t quite place him, but I knew I had met him at some time. The assailant plunged the knife into the man many times in his frenzied attack. Then stepping back, he let the mortally wounded man sink to the ground. Seemingly complete with his task, the attacker turned and let the knife fall to the ground and stumbled away. The scene faded before my eyes and once again I knew I was witnessing what would be, not what is now. But this time I was motivated to cast any reticence aside to seek to prevent wh...
A Scare is Born
Where am I? Why is everything so, so, weird? I realized I was talking to myself. What a stupid thing to do. There was no one else around, who could I possibly be talking to anyway? It didn’t matter, there were more important things to ponder. First and foremost, my initial question. Just where am I?I looked around. It was nearly pitch black and all I could see were odd shapes around me along the ground. Blindly I reached out. Stone. Odd, why am I surrounded by blocks of, oh wait, gravestones. Ok, so I was in a graveyard. Or was it a cemetery? What’s the difference?1 Why was I ta...