Being trapped in a small cellar might seem terrifying to some but let me tell you, it does have it perks. You have time to ponder ideas. How to escape. How to get home. Your body adjusts to the darkness. Your bones change shape to be able to fit in the small space. But over time, you slowly give you trying to escape and go back to a family how didn't even try to look for you. You come to affect the fact that you will be here forever. In that dark cellar. The only thing that helped was the dim light that was in a small bathroom that held a small shower, toilet and sink. I'm Alexander. I don't remember my family. The rest of my name. My home. My school. How long I've been here. What I do remember is the last day that I was outside. It was the only thing that I could call mine. Actually mine. A single memory that I cherished and hated. I had been running around the playground with my mother, who's face I don't remember, chasing after my father, who's face I also don't remember. The sky was a deep blue with white fluffy clouds. The leaves of the trees swayed with the soft wind. The sweet smell of summer. The sound of bees buzzing. A woman and man standing near the sidewalk, watching. She waved me over as the man went over to my family and asked did I want to go see her puppy. I remember looking back at my parents, who had their backs turned away, chatting with that man. I nodded my head yes and took the hand that she held out of me. I walked to the car that was parked near the sidewalk and she opened the door. I looked at her before climbing into the car. She told me it was okay. That I was going to be part of her family now. I thought it would have been okay. My parents knew them. I thought it was okay to go with her. I thought it was okay to get in that car. But you can never trust anyone that you thought you knew. Never.

"You were the moon. All this time. And he was always there for you to make you shine." "Was he the sun?" "No, dear. He was the darkness." ________________________________ October 31st, 1917, tragedy struck Framlingham, Suffolk in England. The Styles family was brutally murdered in their own mansion. After 99 years of being abandoned, the Styles mansion is finally sold. But little does 17 year old Rose and her mother know that the mansion is haunted. 22 year old Harry Styles' ghost roams the halls of the Thorne's new home. All rights reserved to: @sunkissedbliss Cover by: @sunkissedbliss Edited by: @sunkissedbliss >The Boy From 1917<

A short story about a girl who discovers a strange door in her cupboard.

A horror nigh in a horror house

"Don't cry. We still have each other." Angela looked around her then froze and looked down to see her doll Sally smiling at her. Angela was shocked. "You talk ?" She smiled. "Of course I do. I was sent from the heavens to be your best friend. And nothing can tear us apart." Angela smiled and wiped her eyes off. She hugged Sally tightly. "It's just you and me........" ******** Angela is a lonely girl who just wants to have friends and be normal. But one day, her dad buys her a doll for her 13th birthday. That's when things started getting weird..... Find out by reading! *Remember that this is JUST A ROUGHDRAFT!!! We will edit it when we have time!* Highest ranking #1 in horror! (2/27/16) Selected by "The Boy" Cover made by @neuroticessence Copyright© daishacristina21 2014