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The Lavender Town Dare

A high school kid dares to climb the Lavender Tower at night.

  "Go into the Lavender Tower at night," they said.   "We dare you," they said.   Obviously they'd never had the courage to try it for themselves. For the fourth time the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as something in the cold, dark room flitt...

Friday The 13th

Yesterday was Thursday the 12th

Friday the 13th?! Other than a series of semi-scary movies (one through five actually terrified me once upon a time) today is just another day. Right? I don’t understand all the hokey “bad luck day” nonsense. I’d ask Google if my internet worked. It went...

The twisted adventures of one sick puppy.  The first time I went to Angela’s was four Saturdays ago. At work the day before, she had told Phil that she was going to stay home all weekend but she lied. She went out and got drunk. I waited outside her build...


I hope it's creepy enough

You know that feeling creeping up your spine? Cold, wet, shivering, like drinking brine? It makes you weak and buckles your knees, Filled with dread and trying to flee. Walk down the hall almost pitch black, Too scared to run, not daring to look back. Wha...

To Write a Story

A rather dark story I wrote at 5am, after being up all night. It was a rough time.

To Write A Story Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush teeth. Skip breakfast. Go to class. Pretend to care. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush, brush, brush those teeth. Feel the pangs of hunger. Ignore them...


Quotes are from The Murderer by Alesana.

“You should know I’m dangerous…” -Alesana, The Murderer.  His stare pierces her, Embedding itself in her mind. The knife was hidden somewhere, He told her that much, Didn’t tell her where, Just if she found it, she would live. He found it, Dripping red fr...

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I took out the gun. I pointed it at Harry. “Don’t move,” I hissed. He looked straight down the barrel of the Glock 17 and whimpered. “I won’t,” he said softly. I pushed the barrel of the gun against his forehead, and pulled the trigger, hearing the shot a...

If you go into the woods...

Be careful what you wish for

She wiped another tear from her face. Alone in the woods she let them fall freely. Her weeping soft but her pain felt harshly. Leaves filtered the sunlight that dappled the path. Tisha loved the fact no one and nothing else was here, but her. Tucking a pi...