Story Ideas

Idea #14

I'm not a horror writer so this might suck more than usual.

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Ever since I can remember, I had always seen weird figures around me. Yes, you guessed it, the moving black person thing that follows you around. It didn't matter whether I was indoors or outside. I could never shake the feeling that something was following me.
I think it started when I was three, I had had imaginary friends like everyone else. But when I met Rory things changed. He would tell me to stay away from the guest room in the upper west wing. He had this pasty skin with a horrid red task across his cheek. He would tell me that the lady in the west wing did that him. That was going to do that me.

And she did. I woke up one morning and I looked like I had been attacked, I had cuts and bruises littering my body. I didn't know where they had come from. I was nine at the time. Through the years, the attacks seemed to be spaced further and further apart, but every time I thought they had stopped. She would make sure to prove me wrong.

I tried to tell my parents, but they said they couldn't see the bruises. I'm in this alone.

If you're reading this, she's come through with her promise.

She promised to kill anyone who ever lives on her land. Unfortunately it's too late now, there's no going rid of her. I'm sorry.
-Elizabeth 1916

A shiver made its way through my body as I read the note I had found under my bed. I'd only lived in the old house three day, but I could already feel an eerie presence, now I had a name, her.

"Mom, you have to see this!" I yelled from my bedroom upstairs to her in her bedroom in the east wing. "Mom."

"I can't hear you, come here."

I placed the note on my bed and ran to my mom's room. "Mother."

"Yes " she answered lifting her eyes from the book she was reading. Even through her thick rimmed spectacles, annoyance was obviously evident in her eyes.

"I need to show you something."

After a few minutes of convincing my mother to leave her bedroom and come to mine, she got up and followed me.

My eyes scanned my bed for the note, but ideas nowhere to be found. I frantically checked the perimeter of my room hoping that maybe it had fallen off the bed somehow.
"I swear it was here a few minutes ago. A note, it said that this place was haunted. Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying."

"Honey maybe you're having a breakdown. I k ow moving was hard, it hurt me too." She walked over to me and embraced me lovingly. "And sometimes people see things."

"But I swear, I'm not lying "

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This whole update is scrappy, I may unpublished this soon just to polish it up.

Suggested Title: (I don't even have one.)
Genre: Horror/ Mystery
Possible Spin-offs: I'm thinking Rory is lying and maybe his the evil demon. He could appear to the unnamed girl and storyboarding her the BS favourite demon. But in the end his ultimate goal is to kill her. But the protagonist can't die, so maybe introduce a good ghost named Casper who will help her defeat the demon.

That's the best I can do. I probably won't be updating often, more so than usual, I'm currently drowning in due dates rn. I hope you understand. Hopefully, when I'm done with projects and tests (in five years), I'll have two updates for you guys.

In the mean time, enjoy my other books, specifically Little Nothings. It's pre-written so the updates are more reliable. Thanks so much for reading this far.

Much Love
-M

You'd think with the energy it took to write such a long a/n that I would produce an okay prologue. But no.