Ghost at the Door with a Dare_Rare View Mirror_The Twelve Gates Barber Shop_Living Water
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Ghost at the Door with a Dare
It was a dreary day in this rain-soaked town. A day that should be one of joy and celebration was quickly one that was tainted by the stench of murder. Jaylee taps a pen against a notebook and smiles. That would be a strong opening. Suddenly the door received a knock, and they went to answer only to find trouble had come to their door. Jaylee jumps when her own door received such a knock. She never expected a ghost to be on the other side, but when you live in the world's most haunted place, it shouldn't be a surprise when one comes knocking."Is this the ghost see-er people place?" The ghost i...
Rare View Mirror
So here they were barreling down the highway in the middle of nowhere. Now, I’m sure that those who lived here would take exception to being called nowhere, but from their car window all that could be seen for miles and miles were grass, soil, and hills as far as the horizon. It had been this way for the last two hours. Wyoming was like that.“Sure glad we filled up the tank back at that last stop,” Jack said, turning a sideways glance at his daughter in the passenger seat. “Me too,” she agreed. “According to Google, there should be a gas station coming up in about forty miles. I hope they h...
The Twelve Gates Barber Shop
‘Going anywhere nice this year?’ Pedro pushes my head down so that he can trim the stray hairs at the base of my skull as he says this, so I can’t answer him without salivating into the neck band of my prison-issue, grey marl t-shirt.‘Very funny, Pedro, you’re a better barber than you are a comedian,’ I say, when I can lift my head, side-smiling at him in the mirror. His face looks deadpan, like he meant it. ‘Croydon probation office is supposed to be lovely at this time of year,’ I say, trying to raise a laugh. Still he doesn’t smile. For some reason I stroke the soft webbing between by thum...
Living Water
TW: drug use, self-harm, languageAll she knew how to do was run. So she ran. But this time she ran towards the truth, not from it. She ran fast, and she ran hard. Her hair blocked out the sun, causing those behind her to wither and die. Her hands directed the winds, generating a blast of destruction. Her feet trampled the earth, shattering the surface into a million pieces, shards flying behind her as she quickened her pace.She was almost there. She saw thatwww.onedoor.cc blanket of blue infinity. She kept running. She was so close. As she lunged towards her savior, her body landed hard on hot, fine grains ...