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Our love
I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your laugh, your smile. I took you back after you cheated because I love you. You made a small mistake but, I corrected that, and I made myself better for you. I erased your mistake. I know you love me too. I love everything about you. I love your laugh, your smile, each hair on your head, 106,932. I count them each night to show my devotion to you, to us.
By Cheyanne gray5 years ago in Horror
My Haunted Apartment
Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while. I know it might seem like I'm avoiding you and everyone but, I don't want people over at my place for a while. I think my apartment is haunted. Sure it's kinda old but, it's been remodeled. Sometimes the lights will flicker even though they were just changed. I'll lose the keys that I always put on the key hook by the door. The doors creak at night and, it's creepy for a sleepover. The water in the shower would turn red but, I think that’s due to the terrible plumbing. The last time people were over they kept commenting on how it just feels wrong and saw figures in the dark. Sometimes I see figures walking around and it's creepy but, I think it's just my imagination. My nerves are trying to freak me out. Everything has always felt wrong here.
By Cheyanne gray5 years ago in Horror
The Plight of the Hawthorne
I saw it first. A ship on the distant horizon, barely more than a smudge against the merging blues of sky and sea. “Ma! Ma! It’s here! Pa’s ship is here!” I hollered as I ran down from the clifftops towards the town. I was panting by the time I reached the small main street, with its cobbled road leading towards the market square and beyond that the harbor.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Horror
Ghost Ships?
The Hanse 588 was 50 feet long, with enough room for ten people, not counting the crew. Somehow the idea of crossing the Atlantic came up in conversation and all agreed it was a go. The idea of doing this feat near the equator really did not feel right.
By Paul Herrera5 years ago in Horror
The Grave's Cry
The wind howled outside as he hid in the dark corner of the old barn. He covered his mouth in an attempt to silence his heavy breathing. Blood covered the ground around him, but it wasn't his. It was the blood of his victims that he could now hear crying for vengeance. "I was so careful!" William thought to himself, "not even the Devil could have found me!" For the last couple of years, William had delighted himself in hunting down victims in the nearby city and luring them away to be tortured and killed. His exploits had earned a reputation and a nickname, The Butcher. But he was certain that no one could trace the murders back to his little farm outside the city. Yet what had been his delightful, hideous secret now turned into mounting dread and crippling fear.
By HeyItsPhephen5 years ago in Horror
My Sighting of the Pope Lick Monster
The Pope Lick Monster There is a Train Bridge outside of Fischerville Kentucky, near Louisville. My family moved in about 10 miles from the bridge in way back in 1959. A new neighborhood in the middle of what had been farmland for over a century. It was not a well-developed area at the time, there were only a few houses on each street, with large farms on the main roads in the area. Our property on a converted farm was apparently a potato farm in the past, because when we dug a garden we always found potatoes, that were almost fossils. Since Louisville was settled by a lot of Irish and German Catholic families, potatoes were a staple of both diets.
By Jim Dicken5 years ago in Horror
Below darkened skies
Ever since I was little, I had this reoccurring dream. I am in a small boat drifting away, all the while I heard the sounds of people crying and the splashing of water as if something was dropping into the sea. And before I could make sense of it all, I would wake up cold and shivering as if I had just come out of the water after a swim.
By Rachelle Baird5 years ago in Horror
Three Days Missing
I have been missing for three days and counting. I know this because there is a tiny, high window in here, and I kept myself awake since I been dragged down here. There have been many times I thought about something like this happening since I learned how powerful my father is and the millions he possesses.
By Monee Myers5 years ago in Horror
