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Abnormal Beyond by GabeMcCeldry
GabeMcCeldry
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Here is a place of both psychological and supernatural Horrors. It's a place of uncanny resemblance to our own world, but the small gaps inside defy reality. In this short story collection, you'll get to take a deep, dark glimpse in those horrifying gaps and immerse yourself in the atmosphere. Among such stories are: Four individuals are trapped inside a pharmacy after a mysterious fog overtakes the entire town. A new superintendent, of an apartment building, unravels some paranormal threads lying within. Cover done by @eWritersInk
Hide and seek by Rachael_maisymoo12
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Remember those stories you were told as a small child, perhaps by an older sibling or friend? Ones about creatures that lurk in the shadows just waiting to attack. They were told to terrify us and it would work. Sometimes you would lay awake in bed afraid to fall asleep, then a parent would calm you down and assure you that in no way were the stories real. You would then relax, trusting your parent's judgment. That's how things use to be, but only too late now have we realised those scary stories are very much alive. Cover created by Chavalo218
hide and seek by m-isfxts
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it was just a simple game that turned out wrong. ~ ; hide and seek (a 5sos au) © m-isfxts 2014 All rights reserved ps. this is an edited version now. enjoy!
Author Games: Sirens by Author_Games
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A school, standing solemn in a lonely Britain, sleeps quietly, the corridors shrouded in a murderous silence and heavy with thickening shadows. A musty smell seeps through the shafts of moonlight and splatters of dry blood. Only a few corridors bear witness to the dragging movement of the undead.... Within the school, twenty teenagers take shelter in the abandoned rooms, huddled together in chance of escaping, of living...
Magic Spells by suit_stashed
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These are nearly all of the actual spells I've learned throughout my life of studying Witchcraft.
book of spells by noeel1999
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a book full of spells
spells of magic by magic-is-real101
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having trouble with stuff? This book has a spell for almost anything.
The Man (Puppet Boy Prequel) by z0mbies
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Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
ouija by allegiiants
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it was supposed to be a harmless game, but the spirits had a different way to play.
The Hallway by storiesbykaelyn
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My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.