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Appalachian Grandpa The Bone Collector Prologue
"I almost expected I would see him again tonight." I looked at Grandpa, Glimmer's hand very warm in mine, as we walked back to the house. Grandpa had noticed, but if he felt anything about it, he didn't voice it. Glimmer, for her part, had explained that she simply didn't want me getting lost, so she thought she might help me get home.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Appalachian Grandpa The Bone Collector Part 4
As we watched it rear up on its boney, half-formed tail, even Grandpa looked like we might be sunk. It had caught us, just like Grandpa had been afraid of, and now we would never be able to capture it. The Bone Collector would roam the woods like it had when it had been formed, and there wasn't a thing we could do to stop it. We had no net, no trap, and no amount of intent or desire could trap it without those things. We were done, but Grandpa wasn't quite ready to throw in the towel just yet.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 2
I've heard it often said that the best ghost stories are true stories. In this case, they're right. Before I was born, my mother lived in a small, close-nit neighborhood. My oldest sister was a small child at the time, so my mother became a full-time stay at home mom while my father worked. She hadn't been in the neighborhood for too long before she became close friends with her next-door neighbor. The woman who lived next door was elderly, but very kind and outgoing. She was a retired schoolteacher, and made decent money as a piano tutor in her golden years. My mother was - and still is - a teacher, and enjoyed playing the piano as well, so they quickly bonded over these common interests.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 1
To my knowledge, this story is true... although there will be some who doubt its validity. In the rural Southern town of Grantville, Georgia, long ago, there lived a young woman. She was betrothed to a strapping young man, although he was very poor. In order to raise money to buy a wedding ring for his beloved, the young man took a job with the railroad company. He was gone for many, many weeks at a time, but the young woman's love never faltered. Every time he came back home at the end of the month, he found her waiting for him at the railyard. He knew it was her even at a distance, because she would always bring a lantern with her. Seeing the lantern swinging from afar would fill his heart with joy, knowing that his love was waiting to welcome him home. In response, he would blow the train whistle three times in a row, to let her know he saw her.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Appalachian Grandpa- The Bone Collector- Part 2
Part 1-https://vocal.media/horror/appalachian-grandpa-the-bone-collector-part-1 The three of us sat on the back porch, Grandpa and Glimmer seeming to hear every muffled crash from the woods. I could hear them too, and whatever it was sounded like a rhinoceros blundering around out there. I couldn't hear much, not nearly as much as they could, but the fact that I could hear anything was alarming.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Late Night Walks
Last summer, I began out happening walks at night time. It changed into a great manner to alleviate myself from the stresses of lifestyles: maximum oppressing of which have been paintings and looking to be a great determine for my daughter. It changed into simpler in the course of the college 12 months while she could be at kindergarten whilst I changed into at paintings, however this manifestly wasn’t an alternative from late-June to early-September. I couldn’t go away her at domestic alone, and I didn’t get off paintings till 3 PM on the earliest. So, she wanted a daycare, which located a fair better monetary burden on us… Which in flip supposed I regularly needed to paintings longer hours.
By Nitin Yadav4 years ago in Horror
Lost at Sea
Through dense grey fog, a bell tolled for a stranger’s soul. Its heartless note pealing ‘cross the sombre village from westward moors — where spirits darted betwixt gorse and juniper — to the sodden sands of the secluded shore, as the tide turned once more. Momentary silences, a vacuum existing fleetingly between the flat rings of clapper ‘gainst metal, a place for contemplation. Though no sooner had the mind settled than a clank of the bell dislodged it.
By Richard Douglas4 years ago in Horror
