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Eyes. Surrendered. Darkness. Catastrophic. Night.

And the stars being my only source to illuminate the thick woods. I looked up with my blurred vision, only to find a rusted gate that stood a few steps further, surrounded by trees as tall as the sky and a canopy of dark green leaves as dried and dead as the Roman Empire. Deciding to knock the gate over violently with a kick, I entered. I approached it cautiously, very cautiously. The resonate of the heavy metal screeching was chalk pressing through a blackboard, almost making me lose my hearing. “Hello. Hello. Anyone here?” I questioned. None to be heard back, as too I were speaking to the grainy walls which’s black paint was darker than the sky, was chipping off.

I coughed, as an eerie cologne and rancid breath ran through my nose, causing my tongue to go dry and sour. The flickering lights as bright as the sun blinded me, the dust caused asthma. Too soon when I started to explore the ground floor, a portrait of an old woman gazed at me, as if it knew I were entering a tunnel of the devil. I made the choice of my life and climbed up the staircase with broken floorboards that would break if I were a pound heavier.  Making sure I didn’t trip, I walked looking to the ground. Before I knew it, I was at the top. As I titled my head, I saw a person with big black shoes and drops of monochromatic dry blood-splattered, almost like a piece of abstract art.

I slowly and steadily, very slowly and very steadily began to raise my head, cautiously noticing the features of that unknown creature. I saw him and panic was an icy-cold hand that held me, hostage, to an iron group, it was like a thousand needles pricking my skin. He was tall and well-built and his stomach was a balloon of helium. As I took the courage to get a bit further, a huge scar came to my vision. It was almost like a piece of fabric had been stuck onto his arms which seemed to be as strong as a lion in a jungle. I shrugged. It seemed as though he was -

But then, he cursed a magic spell on that dog and it was --

I. Never thought.

A woman. Me.

Witness.

Something. Horror. That.

Could she?
Could a woman like her, have thought to witness something horror like me?

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Skipping though the neighborhood, listening to the crunch of the fallen and dried leaves under my feet, feeling the caress of the fresh fall breeze while humming to the tune of a song which has been lingering in my head all day. I was on my way to Suzy’s house. She had invited me over to play as school had finished a little over an hour ago. Looking around, I realized I was about to go by a stranded house. This house was notorious for one thing and one thing only. Apparently the house was jinxed or as I would put it, unearthly. Over the years, many folks around the neighborhood have reported sightings of the super natural in the house. Of course I don’t believe it so I had no fear in passing the house. They are only silly fibs to spook children from wandering of.

I slowed down slightly when I got to the deserted house because I felt a sort of tug towards it. As I turned to look at the door my body froze. “Emma!” Someone whispered with urgency in my ear. “Emma!” There it was again! I whipped around to see no one behind me. “Emma come into the house.” I recognized my voice but I refused to believe it. The voice belonged to my deceased granny. There was no way it was her calling out for me. No way. Absolutely no way. Right?

I walked towards the house disregarding the dismissive feeling in my gut. The door whooshed open as soon as I arrive at it. I walked in. The door slammed behind me making me flinch and look at the door. “Emma.” This time it wasn’t a whisper. I swiveled to look around and my eyes landed on granny. Only she didn’t look like the granny I knew.

She was pale, very pale. As white as a brand new bed sheet. She had long talons which could touch me if she walked two steps ahead. Frozen in my spot, I realized she was moving towards me. Dragging her feet, as if she was restrained from moving. “Welcome my darling.”

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As I walk through the dark gates, I see three fates. A deep mist slowly fills between the crevices of every tree. The trees slowly become enveloped within the mist. Only shadows of trees fill the area. My every movement. My every breath. My every heartbeat. The sound they used to make slowly falls into the deafening black hole that is the mist. The mist opens up to reveal a blue moon. I turn around to see more shadows. The shadows that used to be made of trees slowly form back into the dark forest full of vines that had not seen the sun for days. Though this time the dark forest isn’t just any dark forest. The darkness doesn’t come from the sky this time but it comes from me. The darkness starts to reveal what the mist only hinted at. The darkness behind all three fates. My three fates.

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It was pitch black the only light I could see was the one of my car. I started walking towards the house I was shaking there was sweat dripping down my face as if my body knew something bad was going to happen. I could feel the cold breeze and the air started feeling heavy. I slowly walked towards the first door I found. I pulled my hands out of my pockets I was shaking I couldn’t even get myself to open the door until I heard a shriek it was the most unpleasant notice; I had ever heard I got shivers and goosebumps all over my arms because how unpleasant it was. I didn’t know what the noise was, but I started hearing it again, the second time I heard it it was louder I jumped. I quickly opened the door and rushed inside as soon as I could it it started getting hot it was as if I couldn’t breathe.

NOT FINISHED

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This slender figure has long arms and a very small chest, it lurks with its 200 tiny eyes. It has a very loud growl that sounds like scraping utensils onto a plate making you bleed from your ears. It is found in the garage parking of an abandoned hospital and can sense humans from 100 meters away. This monster wears an old torn medical gown to creep people out and has nails to scratch others as long as 3 meters tall. It has been said that this monster was once a patient who had a mysterious disease that was not curable and one day passed away and transformed into this.

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People often say that an ordinary day is filled with sunshine and shimmer, however, this day was anything but ordinary…Gloomy skies and heavy clouds flood my vision. The fog emerging in my sight reveals a rather peculiar sight. A house. A dark and dangerous house shielded away from sunshine, as if it is meant to be hidden from any prying eyes. I feel as though I should turn away but something dark and mysterious, perhaps the dare devil in me, compels me to take a risk and step inside this house of horrors. The candles and broken chandelier add to the curiosity of the question, “Am I in danger?”. I continue, cautiously and carefully, wondering through the entrance of this illusion. The ancient floral wallpaper leaves shreds of paper on the dull wall filled with mysterious red marks. As I continue to explore this sight, I notice strange illustrations and writing on the wall. All of this leads me to one place. A bedroom.

The creaky floorboards screech as I enter what seems to be a young girl’s bedroom. A hand-kitten teddy bear lays on her broken bed with a half smile. Like it knows I am entering madness.

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I continue to glance around the view of the field outside my house. The cold touch of metal on the tips of my fingers and my torso as I lightly press against the balcony railing outside my bedroom. Nights are usually cold near my house. I hear the silent whistling breeze in the distance traveling through the large field we have surrounding our very home. Living in the middle of no where does pay off of views off of the area but does make me wonder what’s out there lurking- silently, lurking in the shadows and behind any surface it can manage to conceal to. I sense the wind picking up as the breeze brushes harder against me, whispering and whistling more harshly against my ears. As I notice the change, I notice in the distance a strangely configured creature as if it was a table cloth off of a table. Keeping afloat by the wind as if it was upheld by a strangled position. The cloth curved into what would seem a neck then curve out as for a head. I was taken aback at what I had saw. What is that. Why is it there. What does it want. I wanted to figure out the mysteries occurring in my mind. I manages to snap out of a daze and pinched myself to make sure if I was dreaming or not. I wasn’t. its real. I head over, as if I was in a race to get to the bottom first. I arrive looking around. It was gone. Where could it have gone? I looked around in a daze as my heartbeat wouldn’t stop racing as I stopped moving. As my hearing dropped from a focus on my pounding chest I hear a sudden movement behind me. As I turn sharply to view, I’m taken aback. There, standing atleast four inches away from me. Its movement is much like a ghost as the wind flutters through a Black robe much like table cloth as I thought earlier. The only features of this being that can be seen from my distance now is a nose, peering outside of the cloth. It looks almost humanoid like, a shape of a nose, curving downwards towards the gravel but skin much like ash felt or the rocks produced by a volcano and its volcanic ashes. I jump backwards in a rush, now glancing as its hands I shock myself from the unusual sight, I conveniently miss my step falling back on the gravel, I hit my head. Seeing last the hand Infront of me.

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There always comes a time in our lives where we want to do expulsive things, to either for the thrill or to get attention. I don’t know why I did this, back then. Emphasis on the ‘back then’, because I was only thirteen back then. Me and my friends decided to ‘explore’ the woods near our town for some reason. We were feeling quite bold that day, I presume. Since if I was as old as I am right now, back then, I wouldn’t have been able to convince myself to do what I did. I found myself deep into the woods with my friends, in front of an old house that was a said shrine where people came to pray regularly before. But modern times were cruel to religion, and people had other things to do. Rumors said the gods started aging and rotting because of the lack of being needed.
The house was pretty eventless. Just like every other house except for the fragileness and the wide diversity of botany found there. Vines were abundant, creeping up every wall. As we walked out of the other side of the house, we were greeted by a roaring river. That’s where it all started. First, a soupy mist filled the area, making it several times harder to see. The air got chilly and moisty, to a point where dew drops started solidifying on my skin. Voice failed to escape from my mouth, as though someone had made my vocal cords disappeared. I looked at my friends beside me, and they seemed to be staring somewhere- their jaws hanging. I would trace their stares and look where they were looking at myself- and then I saw it. On the river was a boat. But this boat didn’t row across the water but was rather carried by a swarm of hands that sprouted from the surface of the water. On the boat was a hooded figure, draped in black cloth. At least, I assumed it was black since the entire… ‘thing’ seemed to be a silhouette. That, I didn’t know how since the night atmosphere made there wasn’t any sun. What I remembered last, was me fainting. Then I woke up on a hospital bed, the doctors telling me I had a stroke.

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The house across the street was making noises. Making strange, strange noises. The noises sent a shiver up my spine and made me shift in my seat. I was mesmerized by the noise and kept staring at the house as if stuck in a trance. Its thick doors covered in an intricate design, the grey tinted windows with jagged holes through most of them, the oak wood which the house was made of the pointed roof made out of brick slates all seemed perfect. Suddenly the alarm on my phone indicating that I needed to already be halfway through my daily jog rang and I snapped out of it and looked at my phone in shock. It had been almost an hour since I started staring at that strange house. I sprinted downstairs and started onto my route but after stealing one glance at the house I was drawn towards it. Standing underneath its massive shadow helped me notice some smaller details of the house. The design which covered the doors were little cherubs stabbing each other. The jagged edges of the windows had some sort of reddish liquid on it. There was also a tree with dead leaves and greyish wood. It looked as if it was stripped clean of its nutrients and energy itself. I suddenly heard someone whisper something to my right. I whipped my head around, sweat already coating my back and was surprised to see a woman. Every piece of clothing she was wearing was black. She was wearing a massive leather hat, a bridal veil, sunglasses and black lipstick. She had a tiny coat on her arm which was covered by a long sleeved, tight shirt and was wearing very loose black jeans which bloomed outwards at the bottom. The only other color she wore was a splash of some red liquid- could it be blood? - on her black leather boots.

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Pitch black, with only a flashlight to illuminate the thick woods. With trees as tall as the sky and a canopy of dark green leaves preventing any form of escape. I was trapped in a cage with only one way out. In the distance, a huge metal gate stood, as I approached it cautiously, it towered over me. I knocked violently as the heavy rains started hurtling towards me. The gate opened and made the horrific sound of a nail scraping on chalkboard. I entered. A humungous stone castle covered with vines which looked centuries old welcomed me with an eerie atmosphere but I did not care and hurriedly pushed the large oak doors open, allowing them to bang on the stone wall beside. It echoed through the house.

It was dark and cold like the outside. But at the same time, it was not. I took my flashlight from my bag and proceeded through the castle. It was big and empty, but it felt full. Climbing up the jagged stairs, right in front of the entrance. The first thing I saw was glass shattered all across the floor and a single lantern, hung from a ceiling illuminating the room. It was recently lit as the flame roared like a lion. I trudged on into a ballroom and the sound of glass crunching underneath my boots was the only sound heard other than my breathing. I stopped, but the sound of the glass continued for a moment after I stopped. I was being followed. I turned at the speed of light but no one was there. I continued but I know someone was following me. I went out of the room and turned my flashlight on, the only thing I could see though is my shadow. As I walked along the castle my shadow accompanied me mimicking my moves. I entered the ballroom again to see if I could find the stalker. I entered but the moment I did the flame went out. It was only me, my flashlight and my shadow. Or was it? I heard cackling echoing the room, I looked down at my shadow. But it was not mine alone. I ran out hoping and never came back again.

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“Caw, caw, caw...” A flock of crows flew over during a dusk. This is a staff dorm in an over hundred year old school, mostly young teacher’s living in there.

“clomp, clomp...” Foot steps came closer. A boy walk upstairs, the cleaner saw him and said to the boy to leave soon. Maybe it was the security who was dyadreaming and didn’t see the boy coming in.

He stopped in front of a door, and knocked. “Dom, dom, dom” the door opened. “Good evening miss.” The boy said quietly. “It’s you...” said the teacher, “come in.”

His face, the teacher was used to seeing it, but for anyone who sees the face the first time will gasp. Maybe he got some diseases or no, but the bruising and purple marks cover from the forehead to the neck, is like covering half of the rotten skin. The only one who would accept and talk to him would be the teacher.

The teacher gave him a cup of water and asked: “it’s quite late now, will there still be buses arriving the school?”

The boy knoded, didn’t answer, the time stopped for a few seconds. “I’m leaving the school.” he finally got the words out. The teacher silents.

She knows about the boy’s family.

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Step, step, step. One step at a time. The church gleamed under the pale moonlight, shrouded in mystery as the night surrounding me stayed pitch black. I am alone, the area completely deserted except for the church, drawing me to it. Step, step, step. One step at a time, advancing towards the church, the area growing eerier the closer I get. The brambles of dead trees swayed, like hypnotizing pendulums in the dark night.

Alone, pushing through the branches, I am at the church. The deafening quiet of the night surrounds me. I brush my hands along the walls as I step, step, step along the deteriorating tiles on the floor. The area has broken down, the place it had once been wiped away with age. The moonlight from outside the church seems nonexistent now, the area dimly lit via broken windows. Shapes of shadows form along the dirty floor, dancing in the little light that was there. Quickening my pace, I step, step, step, into what seems to be the main hall of the church.

It is no longer quiet, there are no more dancing shadows along the floor, and I am most certainly not alone. The hall is surrounded by an unnatural presence, the area no longer my own. I share the space, unwillingly, to whom I do not know. There is a high murmuring echoing along the walls of the hall, as if the area was etched with the words of the past. There, I see it. Not a ghoul, not a ghost, not even a tall scary figure, but a child. A young child, kneeling at the altar, whispering words of which I do not know to the hall.

“Hello? Are you lost?” I say with uncertainty. It is only a child, not anything one should fear, yet the young one felt irregular, non-human even. I must be going mad, to feel such feelings for a child, and yet I cannot stop myself. The child turns their head, I cannot place whether it is a girl nor a boy, it no longer matters. The child opens its eyes, and I am blinded by light.

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Trudging up to the front porch, I tried to ignore the feeling that somebody was watching me. I was in the middle of nowhere, there was no way anybody was even up here. I knocked on the front door of the dilapidated building weakly. The walls of the house were sludge grey, with broken windows peeking out from under the thick layer of dust. The house was once grand, it was giant, with a yard (now unkempt) that seemed to go on forever.

The door slowly creaked open, yet, there was nobody there. An uneasy feeling made its way into the pit of my stomach. I slowly started to back away, getting ready to run, when I bumped into an object not five steps back. An object that had not been there before. My blood ran cold as I froze, unable to move or speak. This was the end, this was it. I was done for. I felt a cold, bony hand grab my arm, and slowly turn me around.

(unfinished)

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It was a dark and stormy night; I had just finished playing football with my friends. As I was on my way home, and it was getting foggier and foggier the closer I got to my house. But just as I was about to turn the corner to my house, I saw the woman dressed oddly in black. She had long black hair and a long nose, as she slowly tottered towards me with one foot dragging behind her, shivers ran down my back. Very dark and scary thoughts running through my head wasn’t making it any better. I tried turning around and go in the opposite direction but as I tried to turn, she stuck her hand out from underneath her long black cloak and raised her hand at me. Her skin was as pale as a candle, almost identical to a ghost. She had long wrinkly fingers and long black nails. I couldn’t move my body at all. I just saw her getting closer and closer to me.

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Her

I have been an urban explorer for quite a while now. The thrill of exploring places that have been merely left behind to rot and to wonder...- What happened? It has become a drug that I can't get off from. It might be dangerous, and I won't even deny the things I have encountered such as weird pentagrams on walls or some animal bones in jars but none of that could stop me from going again and again and again. I have never felt more alive- So I think you can imagine how excited I was when I found an abandoned house under an old bridge covered by shrubbery and undergrowth. It just stood there untouched almost frozen in time It seemed- This should have been warning enough yet I couldn’t get it out of my head... I would be the first one to explore- I don’t know if it was my adrenaline drunken mind or my ego which led me to going there to stay the night, yet it shall not matter! I arrived at the house at the break of dusk taking necessities such as my flashlight, camera and sleeping bag out of my car making my way in to set up camp for the night. The house was staggering, it felt like a forgotten oasis in an unforgiving desert- I set up cameras all over the house and as I did, I came by some left behind photos of what I assumed to be the previous owners- A short man about in his mid 40’s dressed in a funky looking cardigan a huge smile plastered on his face his eyes looking happily at the camera his posture reminded me of the posture of a child in a toy store- his arm tightly holding on to the waist of a woman assumed to be his wife also in her mid 40’s who reminded me very much of the

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As I was leaving the forest, all of a sudden, I came to a halt. I was not expecting this, whatever this was. I mean it was only a little girl running, rolling and playing around, but that wasn’t what creeped me out. It was the presence and the way she looked. Dark, dark hair flowing delicately behind her as she runs, and her eyes. Her eyes were unusually bright, very bright. I would say enough to blind you if you were to get close enough and stare. Hypnotizing too, almost like you do want to get closer and stare. What scared me was her eyes were oddly familiar to me and oh. Her clothes, I hadn’t noticed, they were very formal. Too formal for a setting like this. A neatly ironed, bright blood red which contradicts with the pearly white color of the dress. I was half expecting some rugged and torn clothes at a place like this, not some dress which looked like it would belong at a royal palace. Her smile was odd, despite the big smile she had, it gave me the chills. The way her lips curled up and showed her clean teeth, but it never reached her eyes making it seem like it was forced. Like she was trying to convince someone, or maybe herself, that she was happy as a clam.

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Whilst walking across this barren waste land I saw along the distance a tiny old shack, surrounded with dead trees and bushes. All the red flags were placed in front of me, yet I never took them to heart and listened, my fears and worries overtook me and all I wanted was to see a place to seek shelter. The place looked abandoned, with shattered glass and boarded windows, a chunk of the wall was cracked and an aery feeling as I approached it. As I came close enough to make out the entrance I tried to knock on the door, just as I knocked the door slowly creaked open, with subtle laughs in the background and a flood of rats rushing out. I stepped inside onto the planked wood floor and suddenly the floor cracked, and my leg fell through. I had the feeling of broken chunks of wood piercing my leg. I swiftly got up and walked further, the floor creaking with each step, each door opening as I approached it, the sound of something running all around me. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks and heard the voice of a crying old lady, I rushed to help her and when I turned the corner, I immediately stopped in my tracks, my eyes gazing towards a horrifying sight. It was an old woman, wearing an all-black dress with a giant black hat, her skin was wrinkled, her back was hunched over, her face covered by her hat. She looked up and made eye contact with me. As soon as she did, my skin began to crawl, the sight I witnessed was the most horrifying thing anyone could have seen, her eyes were glowing a dim red, her face was missing most of its skin and muscle. Her eyes were peering out with blood gushing out the sides. I looked closer, her face had started to reconstruct, slowly layer by layer. The last thing I remember was my screams of terror drowned out as she attacked me and let out a terrifying high-pitched squeal.

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“How many years has this place been shut down again?”, I asked myself while precariously walking through the fallen rubble. Last week I was tasked to scout out the old, abandoned church for renovation. By then, I should have started heading back to report to my team, but I figured while I was there, I might as well do a little exploring. After crossing through a narrow passage, I stepped into one of the empty decrepit rooms. That was when I saw him. Hunched over in the corner of the room was a small child. I stayed motionless and watched carefully. He was dressed in a long black robe with tears and holes littered throughout. He wore no shoes and kept his hands locked together, as if he was praying. His skin was paper thin, and I could see how it was stretched to just barely cover his boney arms.

I was now certifiably creeped out, and just when I was about to run, he stood up and turned around. And that’s when I saw it. Those terrible bright, glowing eyes. It seemed as if time had stood still, and all I could do was stare into his abyss. It was unnerving, almost painful to look into his eyes. The only way I could describe it would be staring at the sun. Once I had finally broken free from his spell, I looked under his eyes to see dark circles stretched across. His lips were parched, and he was ghostly pale. He wore iron bracelets that had been severely weathered and rusted. His palms had strange markings on them, and he was covered head to toe in scratches and dirt.