lost in the power and beauty of some unknown island where perfect waves came to rest on a white sand beach. He blinked once or twice as he came out of his dream. The voices of children outside, waiting for the school bus, dragged him from his personal paradise. He himself, had graduated the previous spring, and decided to wait tables at the nearby seafood place where the tips were as big as the waves on the north shore of Hawaii. He would use the money for a trip overseas to surf the magical waves of Ulu Watu, on the island of Bali, in Indonesia.
The knights who were with Julius held onto their swords and prepared themselves for an onslaught against the demons. They all began to hear loud shrieks of terror and saw many things climb all over the trees that were around them. The forest used to be quiet during the night, and the air is always cold and seemed to breeze all over anyone who walks in the night. Everyone stayed behind their leader to either die by his side or live long enough to tell the tale to their other comrades. Suddenly, one of the demons landed in front of them and pulled out its sword to fight back as the night was upon them.
Most Haunted Place
In the northwestern Jämtland region, you'll find a tiny village called Borgvattnet. What would you say if there might possibly be more ghosts residing here per capita than people? That is if the rumors about the ghostly happenings at the vicarage are true and it really is the most haunted spot in the country. Mysterious sightings began in 1927 and have continued through the years. At the vicarage people have heard footsteps and seen no one, people have been knocked out of rocking chairs, and furniture has been moved about.
This is all true, I'll let you be the judge of what you believe and don't believe.
All of my life I have been searching for answers about different things. Never really sure what was true and false about the world, I sought answers from books, true, life events, and the stories of others. At a certain point hunting for answers becomes less about finding them and more about seeing what is right in front of your eyes and trying to understand.
“And they that were born to darkness were shunned by the light, not for their sins but so as to be the salvation of the lost” – Gospels of Limbo
No one ever told her it would be like this. The world seemed blurred around the edges as she took in the dancing that was going on above her head. Little specks of light that seemed to have a pulsing rhythm that made sense in some bizarre way in the back of her mind. Like a dance to a song that she’d heard long ago and forgotten the moves to. A choreographed rhythm that spun and jumped, twirled and pranced, walked, ran, and moved in a way that was twined in the very fabric of existence. It was peaceful and strong, gentle but insistent. It was, at the core of itself, Life.
"It's another Saturday morning", I told myself. I had to be at work early. Well I held myself to that expectation. I got out of bed and I got ready as fast as I could. Shortly after I headed to work in my Mustang. Not a lot of traffic that day but my drive was only seven minutes long so traffic never really mattered.
In the world of horror and supernatural fiction, there are few names that are as well known as Stephen King. Described as the “King of Horror”, the legendary author has crafted parallel universes that have drawn people from all walks of life to explore his work. King has written 61 novels so far and sold an estimated 350 million books. In addition to his impressive repertoire of novels, King has published a number of short story collections and has had dozens of his novels and stories adapted for film and television.
I looked at the clock “2:46 AM” in green bold letters hit my eyes. I rolled over onto my side. I can’t sleep. I sat there for a minutes with my eyes closed trying to force my body to sleep, I realized it was a lost cause and sat up throwing my head back in frustration. I walk to the bathroom and through some water onto my face.