As an old woman circled around a group of young teenagers, all were seated except her at a round wooden table with a red cloth.
They were inside of a dark Victorian wooden room with windows and shelves surrounding them all.
Pulling on the drawstring of the curtains, she began to spin her tale of when she was young, as she blinked with her one eye holding onto her small wooden cane.
"For a tired child, bedtime is supposed to be a peaceful event, however for me it was terrifying."
"When I was only thirteen years of age, night time had become something to truly fear.
As someone who now trains as a spiritual scientist or as some people would say a witch.
I still cannot prove that what happened to me was not real, but I can swear was that what I experienced was genuine horror.
A fear which in my life, I'm glad to say, has never been even half as equaled. I will relate it to you all now as best I can, make of it what you will."
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The Inky Black Darkness
Mystery / ThrillerWritten as a Middle School project in 2009 Rewritten and Updated as of 2023. We were given the task, writeing our own horror book as we were learning the history of Mr. Poe and Steven King. This is where my love for writeing truely came from, Horro...
