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Mary

MonicaSherwood6

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MonicaSherwood6

ghost interesting mystery short teen

I open my eyes. It's still dark but I still get out of bed to get a drink and to go to the toilet. On the way back from the toilet I hear something. Suddenly I stop but it was dead silent so I keep on walking to the bathroom then I heard it again and quickly tern of the tap to find out what it was then I saw it, but it quickly ran away before I could get a good look at it, it seemed like it was there but then it wasn't. It was kind of like... I lay in bed thinking about it soon after I decide to take of my sheets and get some sleep. But when I woke up I had my sheets on and I know I didn't put them on because it's to hot, but now it's creepily cold. Everyone is up and said its lunch time. That afternoon I wonder even more about what I had seen what can it even be I think but just then in that split second I saw it again then I herd a saucepan drop on then then mum yelled out ''NO RUNING IN THE HOUSE'' but no one was so I went to see if the cats had knocked it over but in stead I saw...All Rights Reserved

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What Watches Back || ONC 2025 by EllAkas102

The boy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a little too close, his tiny hands pressed against the cold surface. He smiled at his reflection, though it didn't smile back right away. He was used to this. It was always like that-he would smile, and then the reflection would follow, eventually. "Hi, there," the boy whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet house. From the kitchen, the sound of pots clanging echoed, and his mother's humming filled the space. He could hear the rhythm of the spatula stirring in the pan, the sizzling of whatever she was cooking. His father, still seated at the dining table, rustled the newspaper, absorbed in the evening's headlines. "Mom, look, it's me," the boy called out, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He waited for her usual response-a glance over her shoulder, a quick nod of acknowledgment. But she didn't answer. She just hummed. The boy tilted his head, eyes narrowing. There was something about his reflection now that felt different, too still, too patient. "Hello?" His voice trembled slightly. "Why don't you say something?" In the reflection, his own lips parted in silent mockery. But this time, he swore it wasn't him. The boy swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. His reflection didn't mirror his every movement anymore. It was slightly delayed, like it was watching him instead. A whisper seemed to curl in the air around him, soft but distinct. "You're not alone here." His heart thudded. The voice, distant but clear, came from the mirror. "Who's there?" the boy asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His father grunted from the other room, and the boy glanced toward the dining table. His father was engrossed in his newspaper. The boy turned back to the mirror. The reflection was still staring, but now, something more than just the image of himself looked back. "Don't you want to play?" the reflection asked, its smile curling wider, unnaturally wide.

Bloody Lips | Completed by histi_leena

#01 in vampire [10.07.2017] #01 in fantasyfiction [14.03.2021] #2 in Prestige awards #03 in thriller [28.05.2018] #02 in romance [04.10.2018] I can sense him, I can smell him.He comes here every night but I am scared to face him. Who is he? what does he want ? I sense him coming closer to my bed. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight my face under my arms. " I know,you know that i am here. I know you are awake " his deep voice said. I feel his breath on the back of my neck,it sent shivers down my spine. "Why are you so scared? I can hear your heart thumping wildly" he whispers near my ear. I feel a hand on my lower back where my tank top exposes a little skin of my back. I jump out of my bed and turn around to face him for the first time. My face pales remembering him.. He is same as before yet so change... He is the one who is coming here every night? My eyes widen. No no no... "You!!??" I shriek.. He chuckles and stalks toward me like an animal to it's prey. I move backwards then suddenly my back hits my bed side table. He puts both of his hands on the table,trapping me between them. He inches his face closer to my ear , on instant i close my eyes. "Me" he whispers .. uh-oh I am dead.... ************************************ When the past comes back with some secrets,what will you do ? Run to it or run away. A/N : © ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED so before copying think about the consequences you will get by the crime. This book is my own imagination it's characters are my own creation. So don't copy it. And also this book is under editing process. I hope you enjoy my book. Happy reading!

The Drafted Reality and Dreams by AnonymousWorker

It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

Ghost Games by the_demented_girl

'If you are reading this then you are Blissfully Unaware of what is Creeping right behind you.'- Unknown. ************************************ "I am not afraid." She said to herself trying to calm her heartbeats. She stood right in front of the dusty glass door. Placing both her hands on it she tried to push the door. For the split of a second she saw a young lady, her hands and face covered in blood, impatiently banging on the door. The wind around her went crazy. She heard random whispers in her head. Rhea was unable to focus on anything around her but the lady. The lady was saying something but for Rhea it felt like some random lips movement. She was scared out of her wits. Then suddenly everything went dead silent. The lady vanished. The whispers and the wind stopped. But then Rhea saw light imprints of blood on the glass door under the dusty layer. ************************************ This book basically contains short horror stories of my own imagination. They may be a bit creepy and weird but that's how the book goes. These stories are short but scary. I hope you'll enjoy them. It's my first book ever so please support it.

Mad About You by CapricornOdyssey

"But what do you believe?" "I don't know. I don't even know if any of this is even real." I placed my hands over my face in frustration. Was I losing it? Suddenly his hands touched mines and pulled it away from my face. "Throw reason out and just listen to this." He said pointing down to my chest. He put his hand to my cheek, and I closed my eyes feeling the electric shock again pulsating from his hand to my cheek. I opened my eyes, and I knew without a doubt that he had no evil bone in his body. But then that meant that he had to be innocent and that the reports were wrong. "Okay so what do you suggest we do in figuring out how you and your girlfriend got killed if you didn't do it?" "I have a theory..." Before I could even blink, his lips were on mine and I could feel my body going into a frenzy. I felt like I was spinning around and around in a vortex. And then everything turned dark with only the sound of a guitar riff. *************************************** 17-year-old Anya Little must form a somewhat symbiotic relationship with a ghost that haunts the house she currently lives in to find out what happened 30 years ago the night he and his girlfriend, Annie, who turns out to be her doppelganger, died. Romance, Paranormal, Supernatural, Mystery, Crime, Reincarnation, Spirits, Sex, Love, 1980s, 1989

A Little More by Bloody_Angel22

This was unusual, I was normally home alone for a few hours before my parents arrived. "That's weird, why is everyone home?" I asked out loud. It was more for me then anyone else. "Aren't you home for a few hours by yourself?" Leslie questioned, her brown eyes staring into mine. "Yeah, I hope nothing bad has happened. Well only one way to find out" I said as I gathered up the courage to walk in. On the inside I was freaking out, my parents would only come home early if there was an emergency. I unlocked the door to hear voices coming from the living room. Dropping my bags I stopped dead in my tracks, one voice sounded very familiar a little too familiar. No it couldn't be him, we moved away years ago. He wouldn't have the nerve to face me after what he did, coward. Slowly dragging my feet I made my way to the living room. What I saw before me turned my face ghost white. My worst nightmare confirmed, there he was, Max, sitting on my couch, in my living room, in my house.

The Darkest Temptation ✔️ by Midika

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The broken mirror (finished sequel coming) by GojosBun

(I just wanna say that this story is from back when I was about 13-14 so the spelling errors I apologized for I am going to be continuing this story now that I am 17 I know that's a long time. I don't plan on fixing the errors until I finish the whole story so yeah enjoy and sorry for the 3 year pause😂) I've always heard tapping cone from my room and I could never explain.i always thought it was a small animals playing in the walls but the exterminator told us there was no animals,then I thought it was my little brother playing tricks on me in the middle of the night but I noticed it was coming from the corner if my room where the old mirror I found in this old house was.Now I wasn't getting sleep for the past 2 nights I have been trying to find out where it was coming from and if it's the thing the took that neighbors son....God her words rang through my heads.i will never forget the night when I found where the tapping was coming from and how I fell in love with a person out of this world....literally.

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What Watches Back || ONC 2025

The boy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a little too close, his tiny hands pressed against the cold surface. He smiled at his reflection, though it didn't smile back right away. He was used to this. It was always like that-he would smile, and then the reflection would follow, eventually. "Hi, there," the boy whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet house. From the kitchen, the sound of pots clanging echoed, and his mother's humming filled the space. He could hear the rhythm of the spatula stirring in the pan, the sizzling of whatever she was cooking. His father, still seated at the dining table, rustled the newspaper, absorbed in the evening's headlines. "Mom, look, it's me," the boy called out, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He waited for her usual response-a glance over her shoulder, a quick nod of acknowledgment. But she didn't answer. She just hummed. The boy tilted his head, eyes narrowing. There was something about his reflection now that felt different, too still, too patient. "Hello?" His voice trembled slightly. "Why don't you say something?" In the reflection, his own lips parted in silent mockery. But this time, he swore it wasn't him. The boy swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. His reflection didn't mirror his every movement anymore. It was slightly delayed, like it was watching him instead. A whisper seemed to curl in the air around him, soft but distinct. "You're not alone here." His heart thudded. The voice, distant but clear, came from the mirror. "Who's there?" the boy asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His father grunted from the other room, and the boy glanced toward the dining table. His father was engrossed in his newspaper. The boy turned back to the mirror. The reflection was still staring, but now, something more than just the image of himself looked back. "Don't you want to play?" the reflection asked, its smile curling wider, unnaturally wide.