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Deep in the hallows, of black halls and split vines and portals to graves, I often sit very still and listen, hoping to hear unwords from unmouths, vibrations from voids. This is how I write my short stories.
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Stories by HarpiesintheTrees
Don't Go Into the Forest
Nicole is a writer that is doing research for her book about backpackers disappearing across Germany. She has...
Thou
A young woman is interrogated about a missing person. The story she begins to tell the detective is full of s...
Room Available
A true creepy story of when I lived in an old mansion in Poughkeepsie, NY.
