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Whispering Death

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The car squeaked to a stop. I got out of the car, excited to see the mansion for the first time! My grandparent's old mansion loomed over me. "This will be so much fun!" I remember my grandpa saying. But little did I know that mystery and spirits lurking around the corner waiting to strike. Starting with a great time at the fair and then at a restaurant, things couldn't go better until...I found the mirror. A mirror might seem harmless but is it? Read more to find out my crazy adventures and discoveries. Whispering Death is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat while the drama and the suspense get more and more intriguing.All Rights Reserved

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Reflected sorrows by Gothicwriter24

A lost, grieving soul enters the jaws of an insatiable beast, where the eyes of uncannily well-preserved paintings reach for her weary, lonesome corpse like crows. This mansion has no history to be felt or heard; it's as if the rooms are hollow and ravenous, their stale tranquillity broken by irregular draughts that send shudders down her spine as oppressive as the clattering of a needle to the floor. There lie secrets. Secrets and betrayals. In the mirrors, familiar faces crawl out from their eternal doom to grasp her pale skin and whisper trenchant advice into her ears with a sickly tongue, hearing her heartbeat like the ticking of a clock; candles that breathe within her. Those faces have lain so long in wait among the stitches and threads of madness, waiting for her arrival. Though the hours crawl onwards, she remains, watching and listening to the whispers of sorrow that lurk behind her at every acrimonious gust of wind howling through the mouth of the great beast. What awaits her within these halls, engulfed in oppressive, potent mists of grief? Who may she meet in the reflections of trembling malady? Through it all, that face haunts her every step. Yellow skin and seething eyes. Ink-stained and bloody. Cackling as insidious as death. Woeful as grief.

Licensed For Evil by Ce-era

' "I am you!" she finally replied in a hoarse, shaky voice. She did not bother to even look back at me. I looked up at her piece. It was of a girl, looking very disturbed. Her eyes were a dark abyss. Full of anger, sorrow and her face declared nothing but vengeance. This was not even the craziest part.' As Amy and her family move out to a new home, Amy is unwilling to let go of her past. Her resentment gives rise to something she herself has no idea about. First came the dreams, each connected to something else. Amy has a battle to fight and she seems to be quickly losing herself.

Bobo by Can_you_not587

They thought it was just a night of fun. They were wrong. When a group of friends visits a lively carnival in a remote town, they expect a night of thrills and laughter. But as they step into the Room of Mirrors, things take a dark turn. In one of the mirrors, they catch a glimpse of something horrifying-a sinister clown with black, soulless eyes, razor-sharp teeth dripping with blood, and wild, dark blue hair that seems to move on its own. Before they can react, the lights flicker and then plunge them into darkness. When the lights come back on, the friends find themselves alone. The once-bustling carnival is now eerily silent and deserted. As they try to find their way out, they realize that the carnival is not just abandoned-it's a trap. The twisted clown is more than just a reflection; he's real, and he's hunting them. The mirrors were just the beginning of his deadly game, and now, there's no escape. Will they make it out alive, or will they become the latest victims of the clown's twisted domain? Welcome to the carnival. Once you enter, you can never leave. TW Profanity Death / murder (bit gory)

It Came With The House by SnowyWraith

**Entry in thegrudgecontest** I was a non-believer of the supernatural, a skeptic if you will. I thought ghosts were a figment of overactive imaginations. Paranormal was just a genre created for entertainment purposes. But all that changed when I moved into an old farmhouse that had a tragic past... My once normal life was thrown into absolute chaos by one ticked-off specter. A ghost who was furious that we had trespassed onto their property and wanted us gone expeditiously. ********************** Highest Rankings as of 06/19/2021: #1 diabolical #2 erie #4 thegrudgecontest #13 following #18 haunted house #24 fright ********************** Some strong language so be advised.

Haunted by JuliaCoffin

The dead typically want one of two things. Ghosts crave conversation. Spirits seek pain. My name is Bria, and I've been able to interact with the dead for as long as I can remember. Communicating with the deceased might sound like a cool gift, but let me assure you, it's not. Ghosts don't shut up, and not all specters are friendly. In fact, most of them are dangerous. Pretending the paranormal doesn't exist is far easier than talking to the shadows, so I've been avoiding the dead for years. Past experiences have led me to avoid the living too. And for a long time, I've successfully kept my distance. Until a single ghost encounter in the library ruins everything. Now a couple of my classmates know my secret. But as it turns out, they have a deadly secret of their own. Time to talk to the shadows again. _______________ This story contains profanity and violence. [ONC 2021 Shortlister]

Flowers For McGee by DeeBee_is_not_cool

Rose Carson and her family move to a house left to them by their great-grand mother who passed away. Her family is excited. Rose though? Not so much. Rose isn't buying it. A creepy old house in the middle of nowhere? No thanks. A mysteriously dead granny? No way. She has seen the movies and she knows how this plays out. Rose soon finds out her suspicious attitude is paying off as she meets McGee, one of the many trapped ghosts on her new estate. McGee can't remember anything from being alive and he needs Rose's help. Rose and McGee make a deal to make the ironically predictable stay worthwhile. McGee keeps her family safe and she finds his body to set them all free. But what neither of them realize is that some secrets are better left buried. COVER CREDIT GOES TO @STILES24STILINSKIXD

Chasing My Reflection by Ms_Horrendous

What if you were looking in the mirror and your reflection suddenly started doing things differently. Things have been getting pretty strange for 14 year old Liam. He could've sworn he saw his reflection look a different way. Too bad no one believes him of course. Stranger things begin to happpen. Liam's parants won't talk to him. No one at school talks to him or touches him. Everyone pretends he doesn't exist. Well that's what Liam thinks. One day Liam looks into the mirror shocked to see himself sitting with his own parents when he wasn't. Liam will have to face his biggest fear. Himself.

Death Becomes Us by EzraWinn

Typical doesn't even begin to describe who I am. I Skylar Carright am for more complex than I appear to be. Can't tell? Good. I have no intention of letting you know. The less you know, the better it is for both you and me. The less you care to know, the more I care for your safety. You see the last sentence...that was a lie. No one is safe from me. Whether you are aware or not; you are already part of this game I'm playing. Why you ask? I need to have a way to express myself. And what better way is that than to plan a funeral. Don't worry you are all invited. No invitation needed. I look forward to see you here

Midnight Insomnia by julianlandenreadings

A mysterious disappearance, or, perhaps, an abduction of some kind. A witch who loves to toy with men. Ghosts who are trying to find their way and place in the afterlife. Demons seeking redemption for their past sins. Angels hungry to prove their creators aren't as almighty as they seem. Supernatural creatures trying to go against their worst instincts for blood. And ordinary humans turning into the most feared individuals on the planet. Did any of this sound interesting? Check out a teaser: "Last night, I heard something coming into my bedroom...it opened the door and let itself in, it walked on the creaking wooden floor towards my bed, and that's when I saw it, a stream of overwhelming and haunting beam of light." ----Chapter 1: It Came for Me Reader discretion advised: rated mature for graphic depictions of violence, disturbing content including material that may be sensitive to others, sexual content, mature themes, strong language, and some drug use.

The Haunting (Or: Ghost Is Literally A Ghost) by peachyyykid

You inherited your aunts old house ten years ago, and now it was finally time to move in. A decade of abandonment clearly shows, but there is more to these walls than you initially thought... Strange noises, unexplainable drops in temperature and you could swear there was a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows. --- This story is safe for work! No restrictions apply, so have fun reading! Please still mind the following warnings: mentions of death, scary themes (if you get scared easily) PIC CREDIT: @gh0sted4life on TikTok

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Reflected sorrows

A lost, grieving soul enters the jaws of an insatiable beast, where the eyes of uncannily well-preserved paintings reach for her weary, lonesome corpse like crows. This mansion has no history to be felt or heard; it's as if the rooms are hollow and ravenous, their stale tranquillity broken by irregular draughts that send shudders down her spine as oppressive as the clattering of a needle to the floor. There lie secrets. Secrets and betrayals. In the mirrors, familiar faces crawl out from their eternal doom to grasp her pale skin and whisper trenchant advice into her ears with a sickly tongue, hearing her heartbeat like the ticking of a clock; candles that breathe within her. Those faces have lain so long in wait among the stitches and threads of madness, waiting for her arrival. Though the hours crawl onwards, she remains, watching and listening to the whispers of sorrow that lurk behind her at every acrimonious gust of wind howling through the mouth of the great beast. What awaits her within these halls, engulfed in oppressive, potent mists of grief? Who may she meet in the reflections of trembling malady? Through it all, that face haunts her every step. Yellow skin and seething eyes. Ink-stained and bloody. Cackling as insidious as death. Woeful as grief.