Hannah Dawson
Bio
I'm an aspiring writer. I work as a para professional with special needs kids. I love to read, cosplay, and hang out with my family and cats.
Stories (10/0)
My Life Long Passion
For as long as I can remember I've been a writer. Even before I could offically write I would make up stories in my head. I never played barbies with my mom, no we had full on elaborate scripts and plots all that I made up for us. I think writing is in my blood, my grandma (or as my brother, and cousins call her, mammaw) was a writing teacher for many years. My mom also being a teacher. I excled in reading and writing as a child, they were my best subjects. My teachers always loved my essays, reports, and papers. I always read one level ahead of my grade level in school, thanks to my amazing mother, and mammaw who contanstly read to me. Even before I could read myself I would back up what I thought was going on by the picture's in the books. To be honset this challenge is a hard one, because I've been writer for so long I dont even remember the first piece I ever wrote. I'm twenty-seven now, and working on getting published. But I can't remener the first thing I ever wrote. But the first book idea I remeber coming up with was a book that I'm actually in the process of redoing, because it was written when I was only eleven years old. In the process of cleaning and going through old trunks that I kept stories in I found a whole bunch of my old ideas. I have to say I'm very embarrassed at how I wrote back then, but proud of myself for how much I've grown as a writer. I remember planning a whole series even a crossover series with another idea I came up with a little later. Wow I was ambitious huh? Had I finished the first book? No. Was I even halfway through with it? Nope. But I was a kid. However do I still plan squeals and spinoffs even when I'm not even halfway through with the first book? Of course. The first book I ever remember writing was about a princess who's a sercertly a knight in her kingdom. I'm still working on that one, I have to tweak it, add things here and there. When it comes to writing I'm a perfectionist and it has to be perfect. So that's why I'm still not published at twenty-seven. But I hope to be one day. If only eleven year old Hannah could see how far we've come in writing I hope she'd be proud of us. I know she'd love all the new ideas we've come up with, and even proud that we've tweaked some of the old ideas. So look out world soon you'll see some of my books, well I use pen names. But I hope you'll love my books and who knows maybe I'll be in the same book store you are and I'll see you buying my book! Trust me you'll know its me, I'll be too excited to hide it.
By Hannah Dawson8 months ago in Writers
The day mommy saved me
HI! My name is Cray Cray but you can call me Cray. My mommy wrote a story about how she found me, and my big brother Mo wrote his story while mommy was sleeping but mommy said I could write my story. So with big brothers help I'm going to write it! I was born on a cool night, when I was one month old mama-Patience told us that she was going to bring my siblings and I to the people who helped take care of her. I was very excited mama-Patience had told us all about them. She said that they were very nice and would take good care of us and her. I was brought in last and nana-lady scooped me up and put me on a nice fluffy bed. Mommy who I called mom-lady back then held me and it felt very nice. I was the runt of the litter and had a booboo on my tail. All the fur on the tip of my tail was off, I don't remember how it happened. But Mom-Lady made it all better. She scooped me up and put something sticky on the booboo I was scared at first but mom-lady talked to me very sweetly and told me it was ok, and the sticky stuff felt nice on my booboo. A little bit later my booboo was all healed! Life inside was fun! My siblings and I played hide and seek under the couch, mom-lady sometimes would find us and gives us cuddles before putting us back on our bed. Mom-Lady would give mama-Patience something on a plate that smelled good, but she wouldn't share. Mama-Patience said that I was too little. When my siblings and I got older we were put outside that made me sad. I liked living inside it was very cozy and I wanted to say hi to the big white cat, I could sense that he was my brother and that he needed a friend. But the mom-lady kept him away from me. I didn't understand why. Living outside wasn't so bad. I played with my brothers, sisters, and mama-Patience. The big white cat would look at us from outside the window. He looked upset and I didn't understand why. I walked up to the window and to say hi to him but he ran. I didn't understand why he ran away. Mom-lady, nana-lady, and uncle man would come outside and play with us. That's even how I earned my name. I was playing with nana-lady and the doors were open. That was when I saw him! Another gray cat inside the house! I wanted to go say hi! I ran towards him, but my head started to hurt. I ran again but my head hurt again! I heard mom-lady say something and scoop me up. She placed me inside and I didn't see the gray cat anymore. I wondered what happened to him. I walked over behind the chair and sniffed the walls, it smelled good so I decided to see how it tasted. I licked the walls, it didn't taste very good. But that's when nana-lady gave me my name Cray Cray. My favorite memory is one I will never forget because it was also a very scary time. My brothers and sisters and I were getting ready to play hide and seek. My big sister complained that everyone knew the hiding spots here. My brother suggested that we go over through the whole in the fence to the neighbors yard and play. Mama-Patience was asleep so she didn't hear our plan. I was scared I was not as brave as my older siblings. I didn't want to leave our cozy backyard. Plus I knew that mom-lady, nana-lady, and uncle man would be very worried if they came home and we weren't here. My sister called me a scaredy-human and I reluctantly followed. My middle sister started counting and everyone ran and hid. I looked and looked for a hiding spot but my brother and sisters got all the bushes and trees. I quickly climbed the gray fence post and perched on the top post. Hoping that my gray fur would blend in. But as soon as I climbed up I regretted my choice. Looking down at how far up I was I became very scared. My middle sister found all my sisters and brother. She looked up and saw me. They tried to get me down but my claws were so tightly dug into the wood, I couldn't come down. My brother quickly went to get mama-Patience but she wasn't in the backyard. I desperately started yelling for help. What felt like hours later I heard mom-lady's voice. She gasped when she saw me and ran out the back gate. I prayed she was coming to save me. I heard knocking and her voice talking and another voice. "Cray Cray come here baby." her voice soothed walking towards me. Without hesitating I jumped into her arms and snuggled down. I could feel my heart racing. "Its ok Cray, its ok your safe now." she soothed petting and kissing the top of my head. I snuggled deeper into her. Mommy, Uncle Paul, and I walked home. "Cray you're an inside cat now." mommy said holding me to her face and kissing the top of my head. I was very happy to hear those words.
By Hannah Dawson2 years ago in Petlife
My crazy but wonderful human mother
Let's get one thing straight, I chose to let my mother pick me up, she did not tame me. Anyway if you haven't read my mother Hannah's story about her favorite memory about me go read it. Although it is full of errors, but she is only human. But since she is asleep I decided to tell my story, the real story. I was born in a flower pot, my birth mother that mom called Patience brought my siblings and I to mom, nana, and uncle Paul. At first I wasn't nice to mom but she didn't get the hint. She kept trying to pet me and pick me. Mom named me Marie even though I was a boy, I think I was named after a famous cat, she always tells me that some kind of cat on the things she wears is my namesake. My sister allowed mom to pick her up, personally I thought she was crazy but whatever. Eventually my sister found a new family and much to my dismay mom switched her affection to me. I repeatedly kept telling her no, I didn't want her affection. I even bit her and scratched her over and over again! But she DID NOT get the hint! She even brought me inside, which I'll admit wasn't so bad. But don't tell mom I said that because I'll deny it. I would hide under the bed, but mom would come with me. She would put her hand under the bed and I would smack and scratch her. But she still didn't get the hint, I honestly felt bad for her so I started holding her hand. She picked me up and held me, as much as I hate to admit it, it did feel nice. I even liked it when she kissed the top of my head. One day mom was holding me and she finally figured out that was actually a boy and she renamed me Mariesio but she calls me Mo. My mother has her faults, but I do love her. I love to cuddle with her and I love to hug her, I even tolerated when she brought my brother Cray inside. But my favorite memory with her was also my saddest. Mom woke up earlier then usual which was very suspicious. A fun fact about my mother she never wakes up earlier unless she has to and even then she hits snooze at least two times. I saw her getting my crate ready, I hate my crate. Mom had taken me to the vet earlier to get shots, and it was awful. There was no way I was going back to that hell. But mom grabbed me and stuffed me inside. I was furious and told her so. But she started singing and I felt better, I was too upset to really understand what song she was singing but it calmed me down. But I was still furious! Before I realized it nana stopped driving and mom called and a few seconds later a women I had never seen before came out and ripped me from mom's arms. I screamed her name but she didn't come save me from the women. Arriving inside I hissed and bit the people, they didn't let me go. They took my blood and left me in a room for awhile. I'll never admit this to my little brother because he thinks that I'm brave, but I was scared out of my mind and I wanted one thing and one thing only. My mommy. What felt like hours later the evil people returned and put something strange over my face. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up feeling awful what felt like years later. I felt like the world was spinning and everything hurt. I looked down and saw I was missing my manhood. WHAT DID THEY DO TO ME? WHY DID MOM ALLOW THEM TO DO THIS TO ME? DID SHE KNOW THEY DID THIS TO ME? If I hadn't been in so much pain I would have complained. Where was my mom? Was she here to get me? All I wanted was a cuddle and I hated admitted that even to myself. Even my nails were shorter. I had some kind of weird thing around my head, and a women slipped me a treat I ate it and fell back asleep. The next time I woke up I was being carried again by one of the women, I hoped and prayed mom was here to pick me up. Through my sleepy eyes I saw her my mommy, she was smiling and I heard her saying: "Hi baby there's my boy." as she placed my carrier next to her in the car. The lady who brought me out was talking to mom, but I didn't care mom was petting me and that was all I cared about. I was back with my mommy and she was petting and singing to me. All was right with the world.
By Hannah Dawson2 years ago in Petlife
Cray Cray
My youngest fur baby, Cray Cray, what can I say about him? How to pick just one memory? He's had so many funny moments. But first I'm sure your curious why my cat is named Cray Cray. Well, that wasn't originally his name, when his mother brought him and his siblings to us, my mom named him Dawn like Dawn before the dusk. Then he ran headfirst into the open French doors, and started licking walls. Cray is very different from his older brother Mo. He wasn't outside as long as Mo was. It was a dark cool night in October we had our French doors open because for once in Florida it actually felt cool. Anyway my brother, mom, Mo, and I were watching Halloween movies when Patience started bringing in kittens! We were too stunned too say or do anything as she plopped them by our feet. I quickly scooped up Mo and put him in my mom's room and closed the door. Meanwhile my mom had grabbed Mo's old cat bed and started putting the kittens on top of the fluffy pink bed. In total Patience brought us four kittens. Once they were old enough we put them outside to avoid Mo getting jealous. One day we got home from work and we couldn't find the kittens, then I heard a very scared, pitiful little meow from my neighbor's fence. I turned and saw Cray stuck on the fence too scared to jump down. My brother and I ran over (I had no shoes on but I didn't care) to my neighbor and frantically knocked on his door. He answered and I explained what happened, he let us into his backyard and I walked over to where Cray was. "Cray come on baby!" I called. Scared out of his little kitten mind Cray jumped into my arms. From then on he was an inside cat. So I brought Cray into my mom's room were Mo was and said: "Mo this is your little brother Cray Cray." I put the kitten towards his new big brother. Mo looked at him put his paw up, claws up and smacked Cray on the head. I scolded him and took Cray out of the room. But the next day the were best friends, and now the are both best friends and brothers. Cray unlike his big brother growing up wasn't a very loving cat, he only liked to be petted once and awhile. He hated to be picked up and cuddled. He really only liked to snuggle and cuddle with his brother. But one night that all changed, and my favorite memory with Cray happened. Suddenly over night Cray decided that we wanted love like his brother. He started to give what I call nudges (when a cat nudges their head against yours) he had never given me one before and he wanted to be held and loved. He would even rub up against my legs like his brother. One night after dinner my family and I were watching tv together, and Mo curled up in a chair by our fireplace and Cray was in the rocking chair next to him. I smiled and kept on watching tv. When it was bedtime I asked the boys if they were ready for bed. Mo looked up at me and wanted me to carry him to sleep. So I walked over and scooped him up, Mo snuggled into my arms and I walked over to my mom affectionately known to the boys as nana, and he gave her a nudgy and she kissed the top of his head and I set him on my bed. Walking back into the living room, I asked Cray if he was ready for bed. He meowed and I scooped him up he snuggled into my arms and tucked his head under my chin. I couldn't believe it. He was actually cuddling with me! I petted him and walked him over to nana to give her bedtime nudgy and kiss. Then carried him into bed. As I snuggled into bed, Mo laid by my right foot and Cray by my left foot. That memory tops all the memories that Cray's had in his two years in my life.
By Hannah Dawson2 years ago in Petlife
Mariesio "Mo"
To start things off I think its only fair to tell you all about the handsome cat in the picture above before I get to my favorite memory about him. It all started in the cursed year of 2020. I was driving home with my mom to pick up some stuff for her job. We had been feeding the neighborhood cat I called her Patience because she had none. Anyway we got home I noticed a small little white kitten in our flower pot. Being someone who has always loved and had pets immediately wanted one. My mom said no, reminding that I was allergic to cats and so was she. Later that night we found three more kittens. Two white ones, a gray one, and a black one. My first pick was not actually Mo funnily enough, Mo actually was very mean at first, he my first pick was one of his siblings. But they disappeared one day, so Mo bit me and scratched me so I knew he was mine! At first I thought Mo was a girl. He was a late bloomer, so I named him Marie after Marie from Disney's Aristocats. I called him Marie for many months, while I slowly gained his trust and brought him inside to live. He would hide under the bed, and I would put my hand under it, he would hiss and paw my hand away, then slowly it went from that to him holding my hand, then one day he became a pile of goo. All he wanted was to be held and loved. That's when I first discovered he was a boy. So I quickly renamed him Mariesio aka Mo. I guess since now you know all about him you need to know my favorite memory of him. Its also in way, one I'll never forget for a sad reason as well. It all started the day it was his appointment at his least favorite place in the world. The vet. Little did he know that day he would hate the vet even more, that day he was getting fixed. He was scared but very brave on the way there. He meowed and meowed but was only calm when I would sing him Everybody wants to be a cat" from the Aristocats. We arrived to the vets office and I called in saying that Mo had arrived. (Being still in the middle of Covid no one was allowed to go in) One of the nurses came out and got him. He meowed as if in protest as she took his carrier from my arms. As the nurse was walking him in Mo looked back at me his eyes pitiful and sad, as if saying: "Mommy! Mommy! Where are they taking me?" seeing that face, I broke down in tears. Working from home that day, I was checking my phone every two seconds. I was so scared something would happen to him. Around ten I finally received the phone call from the vets office that answered my prayers. My baby boy had made it through the surgery and he was ok. I could relax slightly, but I couldn't relax fully until he was back in my arms again. Finally when four o'clock hit my work day was over and it was time to pick up my baby boy. Driving there my mom, brother, and I were very excited to see Mo. Arriving we called and said that we were here to pick him up after what felt like centuries they finally brought him out. He was still very woozy and sleepy. The vet gave me his pain medication and we drove off. Despite his drowsiness he would look up at me every few minutes and he wanted me to pet him. Arriving home we allowed his brother to see him then put him in my mom's room to rest. The next morning is my favorite memory, before work I walked in the room to give him his pain medication wrapped inside cheese. I sat on the floor to pet him and love him before I had to get ready. Mo my former rough and tumble stray cat crawled in my lap and snuggled into it wanting me to pet him. I started crying out of happiness and petted and kissed the top of his head. Now he demands morning and night cuddles, as I'm writing this he's sound asleep on top of a shelf. But that my friends is my favorite memory of my baby boy Mariesio "Mo" Dawson.
By Hannah Dawson2 years ago in Petlife
The Magician's curse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That was the story that had been passed on from campsite to campsite. Growing up I never thought the story was real, I never thought that my friends and I would actually find the famous/infamous abandoned cabin in the wooods. But alas here we are, and my best friend just dared me the quiet shy one to go in the house and spend the night. Normally I wouldnt even think about saying No! But staring up at the old dilapdated, cabin in the woods with the candle burning in the top floor window made me hesitate. As much as I hated to admit it, I was curious about why the candle was lit, and as was even a little curious about who or rather what was lighting it. "Come on don't be a chicken!" my best friend teased. I gulped and clucked like a chicken in my head. "Come on just do it, its not really haunted everyone knows that." my other friend added. "Then why is there a candle?" I snapped. "That's what you're going to find out. Now go." my bests friend pushed my back towards the splintered cracking stairs. With each creaky step I felt my heart beating faster and faster. "Don't die we'll see you in the morning." my best friend smiled waving and walking off with our other friends. I gulped and slowly raised my shaking hands towards the doorknob. I prayed it would be locked and I could go home. But no such luck, when I turned the knob it opened. I took a deep breath and walked in. The door slammed shut behind me making me jump. I shook my head and grabbed my flashlight out of my backpack. The inside of the cabin looked just as bad as the outside, the wallpaper on the walls were peeling off, the floorboards were creaky and even some were coming up, the furniture was so old you could smell the moth balls all the way from the doorway. I heard rocking I started walking towards the sound before I even realized what I was doing. What was I thinking? I wasnt thinking thats what I was thinking. I slowly walked up to the rocking chair as it slowly creaked back and fourth back and fourth, with no one sitting in it. Holding a breath a turned the chair around and breathed a sigh of reilf seeing only a ventriloquist dummy sitting in the chair. It had a creepy red painted permant smile, lifeless black eyes, and chipped painted on black hair with red spatters on it. I was praying the red wasn't what I thought it was. The dummy was wearing a black suit and loafers, the tie also had tiny specks of red on it. "I guess you couldnt have made the chair rock back and fourth huh?" I laughed rocking the chair. Of course the dummy didnt respond. I heard a mouse squeak and smiled knowing surely it was the mouse making the rocking chair rock back and fourth. I turned away from the ventriloquist dummy and kept walking. I heard footsteps behind me, I gasped and slowly turned around. Like every horror movie of course I saw nothing, ecpect an empty rocking chair. Wait. Wait! An empty rocking chair! Was I going crazy with fear or wasnt there just a ventriloquist dummy sitting there? I ran back over to the rocking chair to check to see if maybe the dummy had fallen. But nothing. I gulped and tried to calm my nerves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the candles light from the top floor. I took a deep breath and started up the stairs. Arriving at the top step I tripped and fell flat on my face. I prayed nothing was broken or sprained. Standing up I didnt feel any pain so I breathed a sigh of reilf. I looked back to see what I tripped over and realized it was a who rather. It was another ventriloquist dummy, this time a girl one. She had matted and tangled straw blonde hair, teeth that looked so real, a cracked tan face, one right green eye, the left eye was gone the only thing left was an empty cracked socket. She was wearing a purple sequin dress, and black heels. I suddenly felt like a small tiny hand was around my ankle. I gasped and looked back but the feeling was gone and the dummy was lifeless. I shook the feeling off and kept walking. I noticed a picture on the wall I shone my flashight on it. The picture was of a famous magician in the 1920's named Mangus the Magnificent he used ventriloquist dummies in his act, his most famous ones were Mr. Nibs and Sparkles. One day when a trick went wrong he died on stage, apparently before he died he vowed that he would come back. Some even say his dummies were haunted. I gulped notcing the two dummies they were the two dummies I had seen. The male down in the rocking chair, was Mr, Nibs and the female was Sparkles. Before I ran straight for the hills I knew I least had to go into the room with the candle. I turned my flashlight with my shaking hands and walked towards the room with the candle. Arriving at the black door I noticed the paint on it looked almost new even wet. I turned the knob and walked in. There it was in the window the candle, but that wasnt the only thing. I gulped seeing at least thirty ventriloquist dummies sitting around the skelton of none other then Magnus the Magnificent. I jumped and cursed hearning the door slam behind me. "Wow I'm impressed no one's made it this far in a long time." a high pitch but sinster voice said from behind me. I turned around and gasped seeing Mr. Nibs and Sparkles. "I guess the candle worked, spreading that stupid story around was a good idea." Sparkles giggled in her high pitch Brooklyn accent. "You, you, you guys started the story?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Wow it speaks too! Yeah how else are we going to revive our master?" Mr. Nibs shrugged snapping his fingers. I screamed feeling tiny wooden hands grabbing me everywhere. I fought the ventriloquist dummies with all my might. I was plopped down onto a chair next to Magnus, my mouth was gagged and I was hooked up with iv's to a strange machine. Magnus' skelton was also hooked up. "Now here's what's gonna happen babe. You and our master are gonna switch places, in layman's terms our master is going to enter your body, and your gonna well die." Mr. Nibs smiled his creepy smile. I screamed through my gag. "Don't worry it'll only hurt a lot!" Mr. Nibs laughed and chills ran through my body. No! No! I was not dying tonight! I thought. I stood up and with all my might yanked the iv's out of my arms, and legs and ripped the gag off. I kicked the dummies into walls, desks, even Mangus himself, anywhere and anything I could just to get out of here. I cursed feeling a pain in my ankle I looked down and saw Sparkles biting me. I flung her off and she flew into the wall. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs, more dummies blocked my path. I saw a loose floorboard and ripped it out. Using it like a bat I cleared the path to the door. I ran outside and starting running towards my campsite. My friends laughing interrupted my scary story around the campfire. "There is no way that really happened!" my best friend said. "I thought that scar was from your little brother." my other friend said. I just smiled and shook my head. "But still it was a good story." my best friend shrugged. "Thanks." I smiled. "Well who's ready for bed?" I shrugged. Once the fire was out we all settled into our tents. After reading for a few hours I turned my lantern off, and closed my eyes for bed. My eyes shot open feeling a small wooden hand cover my mouth. "Did you really think you could get away that easily?" Mr. Nibs asked.
By Hannah Dawson2 years ago in Horror
Therapy animals for horror movie icons
So....I love horror movies. I always have for as long as I can remember, and I think a lot of these horror movies icons need a therapy animal to love and hug. I know hugging my two cats always makes me feel better. This whole idea came to me when I was watching Friday The 13th part 2 and Muffin the dog goes missing, the dog comes back completely unharmed and even looks well taken care of. So my overthinking ADHD brain just pictured Jason in his cabin petting Muffin over and over again. So I starting thinking what kind of pets would he and other classic horror movies villains get? So this is what I thought about. Starting things off with Jason Voorhees. I think Jason would get a little tiny teacup Chihuahua named Stabbington. While he's killing the stupid teens that enter Camp Crystal Lake, Stabbington stays in his pocket and when Jason's not killing teens he cuddles with Stabbington. Pennywise, sigh this was a hard one for me. I thought he would probably eat a dog, cat, bunny, parrot, and anything else like that. So my next thought was a alligator. Pennywise has a pet alligator that he keeps in the sewers with him. When Pennywise gets too hungry and tries to eat his pet alligator he bites him right back. Samara from the Ring, she needs a sweet kitty named Wells that will cuddle with her and give her love and affection she needs. Michael Myers, one of the most icon horror movies villain's. Michael has a Rottweiler named Cruz, and yes he named his after the prison guard who was nice to him (RIP). Cruz is a great help to Michael, always by his masters side Cruz can sic and hold down a victim when Michael snaps his fingers, until Michael can get there and kills them. Freddy Krueger has a hedgehog named Pillowcase and will use him to stab his victims but when he's done killing/torturing his victims always cuddles with Pillowcase. While he's chasing his victims Pillowcase stays on his shoulder or inside of his sweater. Sam from Tick Or Treat, he was an easy one. A big black Pitbull named Pumpkin, that yes Sam does ride on and dresses him up to look scary and has him attack all who do not celebrate Halloween. After Halloween Sam and Pumpkin love to cuddle and eat candy together. Norman Bates from Psycho was a tough one. But I finally decided on a cat named Duo that can just sit on Norman's lap and both Norman and his mother personality in him will love Duo. Carrie White, sweet Carrie, all they little girl needed was a friend. So she needs a sweet little kitten named Queen, and Queen will always be there for Carrie and cuddle and hug her. Queen is the best friend that Carrie always wanted and needed. Bubba from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bubba is getting a teacup piggy named Axel. Axel is always there for Bubba and loves him unconditionally. Jigsaw gets nothing, because frankly he creeps me out, no reason other than that he just creeps me out. Anne Wilkes from Misery is getting two cats named Sledge and Hammer because lets face it she wasn't that far of from being a crazy cat anyway. Pamela Voorhees was actually really hard for me. My first thought was a huge dog like a German Shepard or something like that because she's tough. But then I thought like her son Jason she just needs someone to hug. So Mama Voorhees is getting a nice fluffy cat. She can hug and cuddle it all she needs. Kayako Saeki aka the girl from the Grudge, she just needs a bunny. She would feel much happier with a bunny. Dr. Hannibal Lecter was also very hard for me. Do I need to say why? But since Hannibal is a classy guy I feel like he would have a really expensive pure bred dog. Chuckie sigh again Chuckie was hard because he is well a doll. But he is less creepy then Anabelle, she gets nothing because like Jigsaw she creeps me out. But Chuckie I feel like any real animal would just run him over and rip him apart. So he gets one of those toy dogs that makes sound when you push a button. So yes that is what I think the horror movie icons would have as pets :)
By Hannah Dawson3 years ago in Horror
The light
They'll say I was a runaway. They'll say, "Oh just another teen troubled that runaway from home!" but that's not true. I didn't runaway, I didn't want to leave home. I loved my family, I loved my home, but that green light beckoned me and I felt like I had to follow it. Did I want to? No. But like I said, I felt like I had to. My name, doesn't matter now, after all no one will ever find me no matter how much or how long they look for me. It won't matter the green light took me, and once the green light chooses to take you, you are gone! Gone forever. If you find this letter please tell my story. I want the truth to be known. I want my family, friends, and everyone to know what happened to me. What really happened to me. Don't go to the police because they won't believe you. No one will. But I feel like someone should know the truth. I guess that person is you.
By Hannah Dawson3 years ago in Horror
The Package
Everyone in my neighborhood was buzzing with news about receiving the mystery packages. It was always wrapped in brown paper and when you opened it there was a box with a keyhole on it, no key, and a note. The note was supposed to lead you to the key but no one had been able to solve it yet. People were going insane trying to solve the package. My best friend received a few months ago and I haven't seen her since. No one knows who or even what is sending them or why or how people are chosen to get the package. I've always loved reading and watching mystery books and shows. Does that mean I want a package? Yes and no. In a way I would love to receive one just to see if I could solve it myself. But the thought also scared me, I really didn't want to go insane. But I guess whoever or whatever was sending them was listening and watching because I did receive one. How did I avoid going insane? Well, that's complicated. But I suppose since you're reading this story you want to know. So let's start at the begin.
By Hannah Dawson3 years ago in Fiction
Life After The Virus
I hardly remember the time before the virus. Before things got really bad people kept saying things would get better. We had to stay in our homes, we couldn’t leave for anything except emergencies, and we had to wear a mask. Restaurants closed, some temporarily some permanently, movie theaters closed down. Things got better, gradually we could leave our houses (still with a mask on), restaurants and movie theaters opened back up, a vaccine was produced. All of my family and most of my friends got the vaccine. But some people didn’t want to get the vaccine whether it was stupidity or ignorance I can’t say. But that’s when the real trouble began. Soon the government discovered that people who didn’t get the vaccine were at risk for something far worse than the virus. When they were infected with the virus their bodies would mutate and change, for lack of a better word they became zombies.
By Hannah Dawson3 years ago in Fiction
