Inherently Tragic

Inherently Tragic

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Horror
If loneliness were a place, it would be the brick house on the hill. The two-story building is surrounded by trees so no living being can look inside. No living being wants to, anyway. People prefer to look up safely from downhill and whisper to each other about what could possibly be up there. Some like to speculate about dead bodies, left by a prolific serial killer who may or may not have killed his own offspring. Others prefer the theories about Victorian ghosts whose lives have been cut short by a plague of some sort. But none of them dare to take a look. But Anne Foley doesn't feel she has a choice. If there are dead bodies or skeletons in the closet, she is determined to find them. Story will be around 3000 words in the end! Thanks for reading! Cool ratings: #101 in scarystories
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'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.

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