ParanormalCommunity is hosting a magazine for Halloween!
...or do I mean #WATTOWEEN .
Come read stories and poems gathered from the Collective of the Wattpad Paranormal Research Society, along with featured columns:
*HORRORscopes for October!
* Dre...
You and your friends follow a black cat that sat waiting on the hood of a car, meowing loudly until it had caught your attention. The lithe creature leads you through several neighbourhoods and groups of trick or treaters, until the houses left and right become more and more dilapidated. Finally, you arrive at a rusted, iron gate that stands slightly agape, allowing entrance to the path that snakes up a hill. The old mansion that rests atop looms against the starry sky.
The feline meows and beckons you onward. Everyone exchanges looks, but no one wants to be proclaimed chicken and thus you all make your way up to the house.
Before you can knock on the door it opens, revealing a friendly, petite old woman with white hair. She presses her thick glasses higher up her nose as she scrutinises you and your friends.
"Are you here to help me?" she asks with a slight tremor in her voice.
You all nod.
"Thank the WPRS. Please, come inside—and wipe your shoes!"
Everyone follows her in. The stench of cat tickles your nostrils as you pass the half dozen litter boxes in the hallway. The black one that had led you to Lady Margaret is nowhere to be seen, nor are there any other cats in the vicinity.
"Now I know the agents are probably growing a little tired of me. I have to admit I am too. But I know my cats and when they act strange, something must be off."
You look at one of your friends and they roll their eyes. The old lady leads you all up a flight of stairs, the stench of cat now slowly fading, only to be replaced by the smell of mothballs.
"They refuse to come upstairs for the past day now, and I spotted the strangest thing in the attic."
She opens the door and flicks on the single lightbulb. You follow her through the maze of all the stored old furniture, some covered with sheets, until she halts in front of a mirror with two mannequins in front of it.
"I think this here is the problem, but I'll leave it to you. You see, when I was here last week there was no—"
A loud crash echoed through the house and the woman cringed.
"Oh dear. Please excuse me, I think Whiskers just found the vase in which I had been hiding the treats..."
She hurriedly moved past your group and left the room.
It's silent for a few seconds as everyone just stares at the old tarnished mirror and the strange mannequins. Then one of your friends says...
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