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Called by the Dead - a short horror story by danicohenwriting
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After a long shift at the pharmacy, Eamon O'Grady is called to his dying mother's side, but what begins as a late-night drive through a misty forest quickly unravels into a surreal descent into fear and family secrets he was always bound to discover. Haunted by inhumane cries and an ancient legend that refuses to be ignored, he races against time - only to find that some journeys end long before we reach the destination. A short story inspired by the Irish mythology, specifically, the Banshee.
The House at 330 by danicohenwriting
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Arthur Ellis moves to a seemingly peaceful hamlet with only five houses, expecting solitude and perhaps even peace. Instead, he gets an unsettling house across the street, odd locals, and strange things happening at night. As Arthur tries to piece together what is happening, it becomes clear that the village is hiding something - and whatever lives at number 330 isn't happy about his arrival.
My Journey to You novel by Orchid52
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Tittle : Yun Zhi Yu / Cloud Feather Drama : My Journey To You Chapter : 24 Chapters Translate : Completed Author : Guo Jinming / Edward Guo Summary Plot: The series tells the story of Yun Wei Shan, a spy longing for freedom, who infiltrates the Gong residence to complete a mission. In the eerie and treacherous Gong residence, she encounters love and friendship, embarks on a journey of self-discovery, and finds the determination to move forward. Together with the rebellious nobleman Gong Zi Yu, the youngest of Yu family who lost his father and brother overnight, and was appointed to become the head of the family but soon noticed this power brought him into a dangerous situation., they grow and mature through their shared experiences. The breath of fire. In the room with flickering candlelight and ambiguous light, a pair of slender white feet stretched out from the brocade quilt of the warm room. A woman in a thin shirt slowly. She slowly got out of bed, walked softly to the almost extinguished brazier with her bare feet, and added new charcoal. There was also a young man sleeping soundly on the soft couch beside the bed. After a long while, the woman walked to the soft couch, sat on the ground, and looked closely at his face. The man has jade-like skin, clear contours, light lips and eyebrows. Deep, even if he closed his eyes and fell asleep, there was still an indescribable warmth in his appearance. Wanhua Tower is a place for fun. Compared with the night, it seems deserted and lonely at this moment.