In a neat little apartment on south side of Sunshine Avenue, there lived a very nice man named James. Freshly furnished was the apartment, after finally saving enough money from his two part-time jobs.
James had recently moved out of his old house because his beloved mother had passed away after months of distress and convulsion and pain.
Then he moved into this apartment despite constant warnings from the family he had left, of the new place being haunted. Despite these warnings, as you can see, James had rented the apartment anyway.
Now, the family he had left would always hammer him, behind dear old mommy's back, about not doing any good for the family, and that mother's illness was the cause of him.
James was a slave to the family everyday since he was a little boy, and poor old mother was unaware of the whole thing.
It was time to move on, to move on from those insufferable bastards that had dared called him a piece of shit after many a time.
It was finally time for James to get a little time to himself. Free of the chains that bonded him with his horrid past. It was about time.
There was something disturbing about the house he lived on, he always heard little knocks on the walls. He called the land lord but he quickly dismissed it as mice in the wall or some bullshit like that.
James knew there was something more than mice in the wall because the noises were actually being ON the wall dammit.
For a fact, James believes in spirits, but never has he experienced anything from a first-handed point of view, never was he able to willingly contact spirits in anything other than prayer.
All the time, James would hear a little rasp against the walls at night, not from one location, but actually three.
One in the living room.
One in the Kitchen.
And One that used to be a little Kids room right next door, everything was very suspicious within this household.
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So, that's it for this first chapter of this little horror story, more to come definitely.
I believe that I have a talent in being creepy and scary, so I hope I can spooks someof you. My friends would probably say that I'm creepy, if I had any,
unfortunately, they all disappeared in an 'accident'Have a good day everyone
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HorrorA compilation of perhaps not many original horror stories, but what I write are ideas that come to me from time to time, so, prepare to be spooked. :) Maybe not spooked, but that's my goal for each of you, try not to get spooked reading these alone...