Night after night the terror-stricken villagers peeked out their windows and waited. Would the headless ghoul stagger down the streets again as he had every midnight for a petrifying week? Would he again send dogs howling in fright? Force mean to cower? Provoke nightmares in children?
As the clock struck midnight, a scream shattered the dark calm, echoing down the cobblestone street. Doors and shutters slammed shut. Torches were doused.
The ghoul, the horrible headless ghoul, had returned! Step by staggering step, the body lurched from one doorway to another in search of...what?
The fiend stopped at a cottage and groped for the door. On the other side, young Timmy Landis braced himself against the weathered door, knowing full well the broken lock would not hold. The ghoul lowered his shoulder and splintered the wood, sending Timmy sprawling across the room. Timmy lay helplessly on the floor as the headless horror advanced closer and closer.
Frozen in fear, Timmy lay on the floor as the headless horror swayed closer and closer. Timmy tried to utter a cry for help, but only silence left his lips. The monster stood over the terrified youngster, whose heart was pounding so rapidly he was on the brink of swooning. The ghoul bent over, and his massive gnarled fingers slowly reached for Timmy's throat.
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RandomThese are stories or poems that I have found from either books or other online websites. I can't give credit to any of them because I can't remember where I got them from, but they aren't mine. I wrote all of them down a long time ago, and I'll put...
