Истории Deadgirl

in which a dead girl recalls her first love. one rainy day in september, two lost souls spontaneously meet each other to share strawberry milk. the two form an unlikely connection as they meet at the tiny cafe down the street on a daily basis. (2022)

There's a girl who lives in London. Nobody knows her name. She just walks up and down the streets, her hood pulled up over her eyes. Some say that she's a witch. Others say that she was in a bad accident, leaving her mute and blind. Some say she's undead. The teachers in the nearby school say she's ill - but mentally or physically, nobody knows. The general rule is to leave her alone, and so the schoolchildren have invented a game: touch her, and you're dead. Just like Annie Cartridge, the girl who died ten years before. But nobody mentions that.

Ci credi nei morti che camminano? Il dottor Crampbers sì, e dovrà ammetterlo a se stesso durante la faticosa ricerca di una ragazza morta in circostanze troppo poco sospette perché le persone la credessero più che una vittima della sua mente malata. Credit cover photo: Patrick Curtet.

**I've always been a shadow. In my own home, in my school, in my town. Overshadowed by my perfect sister, ignored by my parents, and forgotten by everyone else. But this time, they'll remember my name.** When sixteen-year-old Maira chooses the unsolved **Jason Bell case** for her EPQ project, it's more than just research - it's personal. Little Kilton's most notorious cold case was quickly buried by the police, but Maira believes the investigation was flawed. Inspired by **Pippa Fitz-Amobi's legendary Andie Bell investigation**, Maira sets out to uncover the truth. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous it gets.

She chose not to live for the happiness of her mother.

an extensive look into the lore of deadgirl, who she is, and what she became. [ there is gore, and sensitive horror topics in this book. discretion is advised. ]

Going in the basement can lead to unexpected things like finding a girl from the 1800's trapped in a room you don't know exists.

Scary story💀👀

In 2019, 37 students, just under half of Mercy High's freshman class, committed suicide in the school parking lot on May 7th. Spencer Falls was the sole survivor of the incident. Now, it's senior year. Four spirits wreak havoc on the school and life of Spencer because even dead girls want to graduate.

"Who are you?" "HELP".The little girl with full black eyes yelled. "I ran far away till I saw something horrifying "

What is it like to see someone die? Vincent knows all too well. After seeing young Charlotte Crawley fall infront of a train his mind races with every thought of hers. Will he ever escape his endless loop or will the trapped spirit of Charlotte haunt him forever?

Where were you when u were alive was my death purposely Exacutied or was my death an accident my names is Shawna Maxwell i am dead

Created by me yesterday.

Two friends are stranded in the woods being chased by a giant who wishes to eat them.

Alexia, Alexia, Alexia.

A Girl Named Sarah Explores A Haunted Cave And Discovers Something Disgusting.

A dream. That is all it was. Yet today I still wonder; how many times did it happen? Or was it just one night? Did it repeat in my head whilst sleeping or did I dream it three times straight? I don't know. I never will. But this is my dream, about a living girl, a music box, and three dead girls, dancing the night away each night the living girl came down. Until one night, the three dead girls didn't dance. (Terrible cover I know but I couldn't do much)

My name is Sage, I used to be a regular 19 year old girl up until a few months ago when the world turned to shit. To actually be able to sleep in my room again and not have a care in the world. Unfortunately that's not how the world works anymore. Actually that's not how anything works anymore. Not since people started coming back from the dead and eating each other. based off the walking dead and telltale series, the only character that is mine is ( Sage ). All walking dead characters rights go to robert kirkman.