Lilian walked through the deep dark woods, not having expected any company. She then heard a rustling, and a wild beast jumped out of the bushes and mauled her; she was never heard from again.
I entered the home, feeling the walls closing in around me as I walked further in, terrified. As I continued, I heard a ghoulish screech from the other end of the hall and darted out of there as fast as my legs would carry me, hoping I was safe from whatever that was.
(Heh! This is fun!)
I raked at the large, red bump on my neck, in my bathroom; it had only gotten bigger and bigger since a week ago, and I was sick of it. I finally had enough, squeezing it as hard as I could, only to see a moving twig-like object pop put, squirming as though trying to escape.
(I actually stole it off of one LMAO)
(Idk either but I gtg)
Daddy always has visitors, and we have a special room where they stay. I've never seen one of them leave, and I'm not allowed to see them, but they all say they want to go home.
I don't understand why they won't hug me anymore. I guess that happens when you hug their neck too tight.
It's a staring contest and only one of us has to blink. They don't stop smiling until they carved their smile into my face.
group
I'd always been able to see the things in the attic. Well, it used to be just the attic.
They used to make bets on how I would go out. Now the only thing they make is apologies.
As always, the room 302 patient is calling in the middle of the night when I'm about to rest. Wait, didn't he die yesterday ?
group
Lydia's mother always said there was no monster under the bed. Well, she's going to change her mind when she comes in to wake Lydia up.
My family never believed in spirits. Let's see if we can change that, and maybe get back at them in the process.
group
they say "tomorrow is another day," like a promise. like tomorrow, the sun might actually return.
"Didn't he die yesterday?" Someone asked, curious after hearing a shriek. They were never heard from again.
I always knew my friends were too still and quiet. It was when they started falling apart I finally realized what was wrong.
Dinner’s on the table but mom doesn’t eat.
Maybe it’s because of the smell, but I’m beginning to think it’s coming from her.
Last night, people laughed at me and told me they loved my costume.
No one is laughing today, and I can hear sirens.