~Monsters dont sleep under your bed, they sleep in your head~ -------------------------------------- Please read this story on your own risk, this book contains stories narrated by real people with real encounters, this is not a figment of imagination. -completed-
Krystal Willard has always known that she was different. Beginning when she was a child she has been able to get slight flashes when she touches people. The things she sees is always horrific and they always end up happening. Because she would prefer not to know she avoids physical contact at all costs. ...
How far would you go to make contact with someone you lost? A supernatural thriller in which a group of friends must confront their most terrifying fears when they unwillingly release a dark power from the other side. What started as a game will unleash an evil only they can stop.
Ever wondered what it would be like to experience ghosts? Want to find others who were haunted just like you? Want to be chilled to the bone? Well, now you can! These are real stories from real people about their experiences with spirits! Fascinating, horrifying, and 100% true!
[Highest Rank: #120]Finette was quite comfortable with her younger brother Ethan having an imaginary friend. After all it never really bothered both of them, besides it was they're half older brother Jonathan who always got creeped out and worried when Ethan was talking to nothing. Finette is 14, and her parents are...
Aya Drevis is a young beautiful eleven year old girl, whom is always playing by herself in her mother’s mansion, though not having any friends to play with she is content with her life and the family that she has. Although the only thing that remotely bothers her is the relationship that her father, a scientist, and t...
I remember little from this one but anyway hope u like it !!!! Love u all my nightmares!!
.:I P R O L O G U E I:. She just stood there, staring at me. Still. Blank. Emotionless. No expression at all. Her ice cold eyes, just pierced right through my soul. Making my knees go weak. She never moved an inch, she just stood there looking up at me through the window with the wind blowing throug her pastel...
