Era para ser um campo de férias normal, não era? Era para nos divertirmos e passarmos duas semanas inesquecíveis, não era? Era para conhecermos gente nova e aproveitarmos o Verao, não era? Mas então, porque é que morreram todos? *Esta história foi escrita em 2014, sendo apenas um rascunho do que acho que é o meu potencial como escritora, e está apenas a ser re-publicada, como memorial, sob pedido de muitos leitores.*

Three children realize they're trapped in the basement of a crazy woman who claims to be their mother, and forces them to call her "Mommy". __________________ created February 4th, 2017 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.

A short collection of horror one shots. I'll keep adding when I remember some good ones I've encountered. These are not those creepy pasta things. I write them in my own words. May the creeps, and chills keep you up!

The zombie apocalypse started in April. Hannah couldn't fathom how she was able to remember something so irrelevant, although when she has over a year of isolation from any other living human being it's startling as to how much detail and information one person can manage to reminisce. She was 15 years old when it began. Now, she was turning 17 and nothing had gotten better. If anything, everything had become harder. Human extinction was inevitable and the probability of surviving wasn't just slightly possible, it was impossible. Especially when she's alone. Disclaimer- Any similarities to other stories or films is purely accidental and not done intentionally. Obviously, I adopted the idea of zombies and do not claim to have created them.

Highest Ranking #1 in Short Story... A collection of murder, theft, and other riddles. After reading these, you'll be able to say; it was Prof. Plum in the living room with the lead pipe. Do not try these at home! I have not made these up myself, I have just described it a bit more, and given a few details, yet the answer stays the same. Comment what you think!

"i'm not one of them, but i'm not me either." horror|apocalypse standalone|2015 #48 in horror- 8/1/16 #34 in horror- 1/6/17