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On a moonless night, Roger found himself entangled in the heart of a pitch-black forest. He had retired to bed early, but upon rousing, an insistent urge to relieve himself consumed him. He cautiously opened his bedroom window to welcome the chilling night breeze. Yet, an unnerving presence, like icy fingers upon his neck, seized his urge. Slowly, he descended from his bed, a prisoner of his own fear.

Within the eerie confines of his room, Roger's eyes fell upon a shadowy figure that had emerged from the abyss of their backyard. The figure now perched beneath a malevolent tree. Its face remained an enigma, an impenetrable darkness, except for the disconcerting knowledge that it was emaciated, towering, its hair cascading like a waterfall of shadows. A malevolent energy enveloped the room, and Roger's heart constricted with terror.

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“Can you tell me about yourself?”

Ang una kong tanong kay Kyla noong

umagang iyon habang nasa virtual interview. Tirik ang araw sa labas. Maalinsangan ang panahon. Naka number 3 at halos itutok ko na ang electric fan sa mukha ko dahil sa sobrang init. Ni hindi ko nga alam kung dinig sa kabilang linya ang ingay ng paglangit ngit ng mga turnilyo nito sa lakas ng hangin. Nagsimulang magsalita si Kyla. Mahinhin ngunit magaling mag

english. Maamo rin ang kanyang mukha. Akmang akma sa posisyong inaaplyan nya kaya naman sya ang napili kong sumalang sa final interview. Tahimik lang sa background nya, kaya naman dinig ko

kahit mga kaluskos dahil sa nakabibinging katahimikan. May mga pagkakataong nakaririnig ako ng mga boses. Boses ng isang lalaki at iyak ng isang sanggol. Mahina lang. Para bang pinipigil nilang

magsalita o mag ingay. Pero para ring nakabusal ang mga bibig nila sa hindi ko malamang dahilan.

Ipinagsawalang bahala ko nalang dahil baka pinipigil lang talaga nilang gumawa ng ingay dahil nasa interview si Kyla. Hindi rin naman ito ang unang pagkakataon na may mga pasulpot na mga tunog

akong naririnig habang nag iinterview.

May napansin ako kay Kyla. Malikot ang kanyang mga mata. Ni hindi sya makatingin ng matagal ng tuwid sa webcam nya kahit nakaharap naman ito sa kanya. Nakatingin sya sa isang direksyon, habang panaka nakan g tumitingin sa akin. Banaag ko sa mukha nya ng mga pagkakataong iyon ang pangamba at takot. Para bang may inaalalang mangyayari. Parang mawawala sa sarili.

“Are you alright miss Kyla?”

Tanong ko.

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T: Good morning class of G-9 Dandelions! How's your day?
S: We're doing great Ma'am Sheree
T: That's good to hear, we are starting our lesson today with a poem by Shakespeare...

Her class went well, but there's one student that caught her attention, fair skin girl, black hair with drowsy eyes staring blankly at the window.
She looked at her classroom records, Miss T.... she was about to call her student, but no one was sitting on that last row seat. Surprised and bombarded, she just kept her thoughts to herself, carry on with her day and completed her classes.

The next day, her student Miss Teresa was listening to her discussions enthusiastically, having a vibrant mood compared to what she saw yesterday.

Bell rings
T: Alright class, submit your papers. Miss Teresa, may I speak with you please.
S: Yes Ma'am.

The classroom was left quite for a second
T: Miss Teresa, how are you?
S: I'm doing great Ma'am, I learned a lot from your class today. Sorry Ma'am Sheree, I wasn't able to inform you yesterday that I was sick and can't attend my classes, I will not do it again Ma'am.
T: Ohhh, so you were really absent yesterday, I thought...

Anxious as she was, she find the courage to speak with her co Teacher. And later find out that G9 Dandelions has been having some issues with spirits lingering around students for years now.

Teacher Sheree is teaching in that school for about two weeks, it was her first time hearing such about her class. With everything in her mind, she carry on day after day, noticing the same thing with her student Miss Teresa.

As it went by, the spirit that she saw the first time was having extreme facial expression, dark red eyes looking at her angrily. She tried to close her eyes and calm herself for a second, just when she was about to open her eyes she felt quivering sensation from her arms, to her nick down to her spine. She shouted; stoooooop.. stooop.. opening her eyes and finding her students staring at her angrily, having the same eyes as Miss Teresa's.. dark red eyes that want's to strangled her to death.

Ring.. ring.. ring.. her alarm goes off, she woke up finding herself sweating, extremely drained, confused and scared....

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Almost all of my family member informed me that our grandparents house is haunted!
But I will never believe on them because it’s just a story.
One night I need to do some research for my schoolwork, so I decided to go to my grandparents’ house it’s because they have the books that I needed. I ask my cousin to go with me so that I have someone who will assist me if I need something.
When we arrived at my grandparent’s house, we saw our grandmother laying down on her couch.

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In the crypt of codes, on Halloween night,
A database ghost gave us quite the fright.
A field lay dormant, data amiss,
A client's request, brought it to our list.

For a year it hid, sneaky and sly,
"Why isn't it saving?" was our startled cry.
A spooky surprise, but we'll set it right,
And with that, they all dove into a pile of candies, knowing that sometimes, the scariest bugs are the ones you don't see. 🎃 😂

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Whispers in the Night: The Haunting of Mark

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Whispers in the Night: The Haunting of Mark

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Mark had always been a night owl, spending countless hours on his computer, oblivious to the world around him. One particular night, as the clock struck midnight, he found himself engrossed in a video game, in his room on the second floor of an old, creaky house. The dim glow of the monitor was the only source of light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Mark sat near an open window, the cool breeze of the night rustling the curtains.

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Have you ever heard a scream that is both incredibly loud and horrifying?
Have you ever felt your goosebumps reach their peak, making you feel as if you've been drenched in the coldest water?
Have you ever felt… watched?

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