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Night Owl
The overcast night brings a gloomiwww.onedoor.ccer mood to the dark, dingy streets of downtown San Diego. On the corner of Fourth and Market, David Zuniga, a short, slender young man with black shaggy hair, takes a look at his watch before panning his head back and forth down both streets. His foot’s incessant tapping is cut off as a black car pulls up. Through the windshield, the glowing sign lights up the driver’s over-enthusiastic expression. He sighs before taking the bag from off the ground and jumps into the back seat of the car. “Hey! David, Right?” David’s brow furrows at the sound of the driver’s ...
Banshees in the Attic
When kids at school ask me how it feels living in the most haunted house in Rock County, I generally give them a shrug and blow the question off. You may wonder why I don’t just tell them the truth about the whole thing. I understand it probably seems a little petty to keep the existence of what’s really going on behind those decrepit doors all to myself, but I’ve got enough on my plate as it is dealing with the paranormal. Adding school problems to the mix would be just asking for trouble. Middle School is like that creepy live-action CATS movie my theater teacher forced our class to watch la...
Mabel
First days can be so unnerving, especially your first day at high school and your first day at boarding school.Lucy was very excited to be at such a prestigious school. She was looking forward to making new friends. This was a whole new chapter of her life unfolding.The assembly hall was a hive of chatter and laughter. Old students were reuniting with hugs after the holidays and new students were trying to fit in. The house mother, Mrs Murray, took to the stage and a silence ascended on the girls. The girls had the utmost respect for Mrs. Murray."We welcome all students, both new and returning...
The Young Ghost of Montgomery Manor
My name is Ellie Greer. I died in 1927 of the Spanish Flu. I was only eight years old. I lived with my uncle, William Montgomery, at his manor house, aptly named, Montgomery Manor. He took me in after my parents died and raised me like his own daughter. Uncle William was a rich and successful businessman but also a widower. He lost his own wife and the child she carried shortly after delivering her. Uncle William and I were all each other had until illness left him alone once again. To my dying breath, I could not stand that thought. So even though I departed my earthly life, I was enabled to ...