As he hopped down into the inner bowels of the train station, he smiled at the sight of a gleaming, dingy train waiting to leave the platform. Walking up to the front of the train, he noticed there were very few people in the other cars. It was normal for this time of night, but it still unnerved him somewhat to see so few people on a train.
Quietly, he slipped into a car close to the front of the train and took a seat by the middle door. Once on a whim fueled by boredom, he counted how many stops were between the stop he usually got on and the last stop, where he got off. He never
"She decided to investigate. Creeping outside, she closed the door to the cabin. It locked behind her with an ominous click, and she realized that she was locked outside. After trying the doorknob in a futile attempt, she turned to face the woods.
"Suddenly, a hook dragged across her throat. She screamed, but it was cut short. The creature stood, just behind her corpse, its hook bloody, and flesh dangling morbidly from the tip of it.
"Even now, if you listen closely, you can hear he
I was very much almost drunk. Very nearly. I was sure I was pretty close to it but there was no way I was gonna pay for another drink. So I figured I'd ask my buddies for their best stories on the chance that might work at pushing me the rest of the way to drunk. It makes sense when you're very close to drunk.
Victor sat across from me. He was way over the drunk hump and to the point that every little sound was a work of absolute comedy. He'd chuckle through his stubble-speckled lips like an old smoker in a hacking fit. After he managed to drain his beer without giggling into it, I asked him for a story.
My question brought another round of laughs from him. He slapped the table once and said, "Clean out! Notta one. Howbout Roy?" His hand landed on Roy, who sat beside him, with all the subtly of a depth charge. "Got any funny shuff?"
Roy regarded Victor with a wobbling gaze. He was clearly just as drunk as Victor. But he was the quiet type when drunk. He cradled the h
It was a common breed, with a common coat. Statistically speaking, the identical hanger on the identical collar could have been a freak occurrence, though wholly explainable by chance, given enough cats with non-matching accessories being run over on a global scale on a daily basis.
Coming home, I had just enough time to unbox the animal and reach for the telephone, before I learned that my great-aunt had died in hospital, and I realised that my 'guest' was now promoted to heirloom and my official property.
-”Auntie's dead,” I told the scraggy thing. It blinked, once and slowly. 'I know' it seemed to imply, somehow smugly.
And that was that – for that day.
I woke up to the smell of coffee – an unfamiliar thing, given my bachelor's life. The brew sat
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring..
...Not even a mouse...
At least, that's how the rhyme usually goes. But this time things are a little different. It seemed like any other Christmas Eve, the two youngest children were excited, and boisterous as usual. Being giggly, dizzy, and generally filling the household with merriment, and not to mention a good old laugh. Mother and Father, they had both laughed along. Only one person wasn't laughing. Oh no, quite the opposite really. He was frowning. A deep, skulking frown. His mother had cooed, and tousled his hair, but he'd simply slunk off to his basement bedroom. His mother shook her head, chalking it down to teenage angst, and thinking nothing else of it. Had gathered her family to sleep.
It was around midnight when the basement door opened. With a squeaking of hinges, a disheveled shadow passed the living room door, a hood over his head, and his shoulders slou
there's a ghost
licking the floor boards
and you can't help
but love the sound
of weird thoughts waking
flowers rotting in their vase
that sickly sweet smell
is a whole new level of affection
Chatting with the cracks in the ceiling
old stories gather at the bottom
of your glass
And there's still many more to share
The night is young
we have plenty of time
Our taste on your lips
It's this kind of company
you enjoy the most
Silence lay heavy in my grandparents’ house; it always had. In the dim and musty cavern of the den, a stray shaft of winter light speared the shadows, dust motes moving sluggishly in the colloidal suspension of time. Only the slowly-swinging pendulum of the grandfather clock marked Change’s wake, commemorated the fallen hours of afternoon.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I turned another page in my novel, the crisp sound of paper loud in the empty room. My family would be returning in another day, with all its tumbling rambunctious cacophony, like a circus let off-leash; as much as I missed them all, I was uncomfortable envisioning so much noise and color and motion invading the quiet, orderly stasis I had become accustomed to. Nothing had changed in this place for decades. The burn-scars on the carpet, the worn upholstery of the furniture, the cast copper horses on the clock — all was as it had been since long before I was born. A small creature gone
~Note: I wrote these a long time ago and thought I should submit some of them. Sorry about the bad quality of the stories I believe I wrote them when I was 13. They get better towards the end. Trust me.~
Christen decided to move so she came to a new town. Everyone told her not to buy that home, the manor deep in the woods, for anyone else who lived there mysteriously disappeared.
Christen believed there to be some explanation and drove to it. She grabbed the key the realtor had given to her and unlocked the door. There was a slight squeak and the smell of dust as she opened it and entered.
It as hard to believe such a big place could have been this cheap.
Oddly when she entered the den a fire seemed to be going in the fireplace. Before it sat an old, Victorian chair covered in dust and seemed to have once been purple.
She carefully walked towards the chair. She saw the back was almost above her head but seemed to end just abov
The sweet, soft melody of the music filled the bedroom,and I closed my eyes for a couple of moments as I listened. This had always been one of my favourite songs, ever since I was a child. So..it was only fitting that I played it right now.. After all, it would be for the last time. At dinner that evening, I'd slipped the knife from the kitchen draw, no one had even seen me. What fools they were. But soon. Soon it wouldn't matter. Soon all this pain...This suffering. It would all end.
I'd locked my bedroom door, and was sat on the edge of my bed now, my elbows on my knee's, head hanging lazily in between them. The knife clutched in one hand. Silent... Listening..
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
My lips moved, a
Danielle woke up the next morning finding herself under warm covers and staring at a ceiling of a bedroom. The bed she was on was quite comfortable in comparison to the stone cave floor she had slept on a few nights ago. It was dark, but it only took a minute after she woke up for her to realize that she must be in the Fentons guest bedroom. However, it was different than the one in the Op Center she had once been in the night she had first met Danny.
This must be in Dannys new house. Danielle didnt quite remember entering it the night before, though. She had been so fatigued from the full day of ghost fighting and the use of her awesome new speed power that she could only recall being guided from the Fenton RV to the spare room by one of the Fentons. She couldnt remember which one.
The female hybrid remained lying in the bed, observing
Well, youre wrong.
Its not so much I hate ghosts; I believe in them and God knows living in Amity Park all my life makes me familiar with them.
I just I just know that meeting ghosts gives me the possibility of meeting my sister. My twin: Amber. She died when we were 21. And if she comes back, Im scared itll be hell on Earth.
I guess starting from the beginning is necessary. I was born on November 7, 1969 at 9:05 pm. Amber was born on November 7, 1969 at 9:10pm. My little twin sister. We werent identical twins, mind you; she had purple eyes and mine are blue. Plus, she was the more outspoken one while I tended to stay on the sidelines. Regardless, growing up was fun for us, and we were totally inseparable. Granted, living in a mansion with two troublesome twins
London. Friday, December 23rd. 1863.
The lights in the room's of Dalton Manor were dazzling, of all different colours. Some red, some blue, some bright yellow. They looked very festive. And all of the guests complimented one Sir James Bathurst on what a good idea it was to have an early Christmas party. Music was drifting softly from the main hall of the huge mansion. A few guests were already dancing away. Men and woman coupled on the dance floor, looking graceful as they spun their partners around and around to the music. Another few guests were at the dinning tables, where nibbles and refreshments were laid out. Sandwiches in places. Huge roasts with all the trimmings in another. The mood in the place was warm, and inviting, no one could suspect the terror and carnage that was to come.
Servants and staff were filtering about, offering guests drinks; wine, and ale and other such alcoholic drinks. Everyone who refused a dri
Brodie and his friends Thomas and Dylan each received an invitation from a girl named Scarlett. The invitation reads:
"Hello, random receiver!
My name is Scarlett, and what you're holding right now is an invitation to my large and magnificent mansion for a Halloween party! I have chosen 5 lucky people to see my mansion, and you're one of them. That's right: YOU were chosen by myself as one of my guests for the night. You can come in normal clothes or a costume if you want. Hope to see you there!
"Wow, an invitation to a Halloween party? This is going to be awesome!" said Brodie. He picked up Thomas and Dylan and drove to the address on the invitation. A half hour later, Brodie, Thomas and Dylan arrived at the mansion. "Wow, I wasn't expecting the mansion to be this big," said Dylan. "I don't think Scarlett is home. Only one light is on in the entire mansion," said Thomas. "Relax, this might be a surprise party. It'll be fun," said Brodie. He rang
the woman turned to him "Fu-ta-ku" she said studdering thourgh the two Gapping holes for mouths resting in her hair "AND THEN SHE ATE HIM"
"AIEEEEEE" all of the girls screamed almost simultaneously
the boys Coverd there ears trying to save what was left of there eardrums
all was quiet in the circle of the young Teens as the Screaming echoed through the Park untill nothing but Crickets could be heared
"Geez, its just a storie" a young man with bright red hair said getting up to his feet "Next time warn me so my Eardrums can be spared"
"Yeah its...J-Just a S-
It was, if I recall my third day at this particular hotel, a Tuesday I think. And as always I'd passed the day by writing up notes of the study from the night before, as well as doing various other things. (Like checking out the hotel's swimming pools, and the sauna, and well, you get the idea) As it was now, it was getting late, and about time for me to go down to dinner, and then start one of my nightly investigations. The hotel manager had agreed to let me poke around at night, for an extra 50 bucks. W