When I can't sleep, I don't count sheep-I write horror stories. These are the tales that haunt my mind at 2 a.m., and I'm thrilled to finally share them. Dive in, if you dare. (And for the record, I'm 14.)
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Stories by WhereDidWeEverGo
Beneath Every Lie
What does the inside of a broken mind look like? Is it a room frozen in time, a bloody act of artistic expres...
Not That I Know Of
There were fifty of us on the bus that morning.
Now there are two.
After their school bus plunges off a mount...