She kept staring, as if right into my soul. I stared back, just as intensely. She snapped her neck again, with a smile. I kept it to myself. I kept staring back...
⚠️Trigger Warning: Mentions of death, abuse, paranormal, violence, blood.⚠️
I was inspired to write this both due to me being sick and the intensity with which I was coughing (I imagined something forcing it's way up my throat, given how hard I was coughing), and by a creepypasta called "The man who ate ghosts", by Michael Paige. Check that story out sometime! It's good. Really good. It partially inspired this incomplete horror short story I wrote after all.
A short horror piece inspired by disembodied knocking on the walls and doors of the apartment complex I live in. There's probably an explanation for it. But it bothers me all the same.