Story cover for ONE BED AND IT'S HAUNTED. by kyalimpaJollyBirungi
ONE BED AND IT'S HAUNTED.
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    Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Aug 12
When a restless insomniac buys a secondhand bed, they expect squeaky springs and maybe a faint smell of old perfume  not a telepathic, sarcastic ghost named Lazarus with a century-old grudge and an appetite for nightmares. 

What begins as absurd banter between human and haunted furniture spirals into a delirious, unhinged descent through dreamscapes, burning hallways and a room full of breathing beds that laugh, whisper, and cry. 

Told in a breakneck that bends reality and the rules of horror... this story is equal parts  terrifying and darkly comedic, the kind of ride that makes you laugh then realize you shouldn't have. 

And by the time you figure out the truth about Lazarus, the other you and what "onboarding" really means... you'll already be lying in your own haunted bed, wondering if that ok was just the frame  or something breat
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 ' 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 & 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.