Nothing lasts forever.

I was just an ordinary girl, writing poems about Hayden and hearing the sound of silence.

The sun going down as usual, when I heard steps cracking the old leaves. I know this place since I was born, this place only have birds, not a single fox, wolf, bear. At first I was daunted, but I was just nervous, Had a hard day, my mind was full.

I heard it again and ignored it, than suddenly got closer, and closer, when a cold hand touched my neck and I felt a deep and warm breath close to my ear.

I couldn’t scream, I was petrified. My heart increased the beat so hard, that my chest started ache. This experience was so intense that my lungs couldn’t fill up with air, I couldn’t breathe. My mind was so lost that I couldn’t think in the simplest or silliest thing. I started shaking. Sensed shivers down my spine. Warm sweat in a crisp autumn day. Stomach burn.

In order to describe all this sensations, at first seems that took at least a few minutes for everything to happen, but this happened in a fraction of a second. Time frozen for a few moments.

I droped my pen and my diary, got up and ran.

I’ve never felt so apprehensive or scared. 

I don’t know how, but i got lost in the woods. How could I possibly get lost where I grew up? I don’t know the answer until today, and this is disturbing.

The thing started to get closer, and closer. My legs started to ache a lot, I couldn’t see a thing until Myself have stumbled in a rock.

When I fell, my knee hitted another rock, and then a small portion of bloof started to drain.

That thing was getting closer, but wasn’t running anymore. Walking peacefully in my dietection.

It was tall, huge hands, I couldn’t see its face, I don’t know what the hell that thing was or what have I done.

Should I have gone more to the church? Stop to seeking for dark things? Stop looking for ghosts and people who have gone on? I don’t know.

A silhouette got closer. I felt 2 hands in my neck, 2 huge and strong hands. A piece of nail punctured and hurted my neck a lot.

Everything started to bur, my ears started to fade and was impossible to distinguish what that horrible thing was talking.

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In a normal day, Amira was going home with his mum when a men stopped in front of them and stuck a knife in Amira’s mum, then started to run and disappeared...

Amira was appalled...

Only after a day, Amira has been informed that your mum was died. He was absolutely petrified, crying a lot. His mum was the only member of the family he had, so after, he started to live with his mum’s friend.

The mum’s friend was a pianist too, so she tried to make Amira continuous to play in concerts, but in the first one he petrified on the stage... He couldn’t listen to the piano sounds, and then started to see his mother blooding in front of him, screaming:

“YOU NEED TO BE THE BEST ONE! YOU DON’T DESERVE MY PRIDE”

His mother’s spirit went on chase him after this day. He couldn’t listen to the piano sounds anymore, he couldn’t play anymore, he was stuck in a mental “deep dark ocean” for the rest of his life.

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Based on the anime "Your Lie in April" (Shigatsu wa kimi no uso)
~Lari

First, one of them, who was an exchange student from Japan, told us an urban legend from Japan, the slit-mouthed woman. He said, holding a flashlight pointed to his face: “It is a woman with her mouth slit from ear to ear, which she covers with a mask. She asks victims if they think she is beautiful. If they answer no. She will kill them with her weapon. If they say yes, she will reveal that the corners of her mouth are slit from ear to ear, and she will cut the corners of their (the victim) mouth in such a way that resembles her own disfigurement. Oh, she also loves nights like this one.” I was petrified, especially because I was going home up on foot that night.

After that, I couldn’t pay attention to any other story, my mind could only focus on what would happen in my way back home. Before I could realize, it was time to go home. My other friends had already left. It was pitchy dark, so I was really unnerved. I started walking, almost running. Everything was ok, until I heard something behind me. I looked back, there was nothing. I kept going, however, I heard the noise again. When I looked back this time, I saw a woman wearing a mask, just standing there, menacingly. I didn’t even think, just started runnig as fast as I could, until I got home. Looking back now, it was probably just my friends playing with me, but I never had the guts to tell anyone, fearing it could be true.                                             - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - André Molina Teixeira

I was alone at the office. All of my coworkers had already left, but I had to stay because of a project, of course it wasn’t the best idea ever but the company demanded it. I worked for hours on end, trying to finish this thing and return home as soon as possible. Eventually, my hunger began to tear me apart, so I was forced to take a break. Out of curiosity, I looked at the clock when I got up from my chair.

At this point, things started to get weird: the clock was broken, stuck at 00:00. “This is odd” I thought, “I could swear it was working properly a few minutes ago”. I quickly erased those thoughts from my mind and went to the cafeteria. The second I got there, the lights flickered for a moment, which made me feel a little bit unnerved. Little did I know that the worst was yet to come…

When I returned to my desk, I came across a horrifying sight: my project, everything I had done in the past few hours, was gone and replaced by a single sentence that I made the mistake of reading out loud: “Everyone holds a grudge”. Then a disturbing sound, some sort of creepy gargling, echoed through the office’s halls. I was shaking with fear, scared to even think about who, or what, could possibly be making this sound. However, my stupid curiosity won once again.

I left my desk and began to search for the sound’s origin, and after a few minutes, every single light went off. I could hardly control myself, and was fully ready to run to the exit as fast as possible, but something told me that I should get to the bottom of this. I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket and used its flashlight to resume my search. The sound was getting louder and louder, and when I finally found its origin, I wished I hadn’t.

It looked like a girl, but I could tell that it actually was... something else. Nevertheless, my body completely petrified when I saw her. Paralyzed by fear, I couldn’t move a muscle as she was coming closer and closer to me, to the point where her face was only a few inches from mine. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel the cold embrace of death and wondering how exactly would she kill me. Suddenly I felt something, a sensation which cannot be described by words. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was right outside my house, unharmed and, surprisingly, alive. I survived the night, and escaped the threat of “The Grudge”… Or did I? Unfortunately, I found no clues of my survival, or death. I do not know what is going to happen next. But one question remains: will I be back tomorrow?

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Victor T.B

Based on the movie "The Grudge" and the game "One Late Night".

 No sooner had we got there, I could tell the house was indeed welcoming. It was a two-story house with wooden panels. The inside of the airbnb house was filled with ornate chandeliers and oil paintings, everything looked clean and well-put. Upstairs there were two bedrooms and one bathroom, Ana and Fernanda quickly organized their things in their temporary room so as to explore the place and play with each other while me and Liz settled in and planned what we’re doing next. Not much time after, Ana ran upstairs and asked about a locked room she had found. 

- It must be the room where the owner keeps their things. There is no need to worry. - I said.

 It was already 6pm when Liz and I finished everything before we could go out. We walked on the beach for a while and then had dinner at a barbecue restaurant. We got back to the house to sleep so we could wake up early the next day and spend the whole day on the beach.

  The house was odd-looking at night and I could barely get any sleep. Fernanda woke me up at 3am because she wasn’t sleeping either. Almost 4am and I hear something downstairs, so I go down and see an open window that I didn’t notice was open before. I hear a scream and I shout back.

- Mom! You scared me! - Ana was downstairs in front of the locked room.
- I am sorry, I didn’t know you were here, shall we go back to sleep Ana?
- I don’t want to. I was talking to my new friend.
- What friend? - At this point I was completely unnerved, everyone was acting weird.
- The girl from the locked room, if you look close through the door lock, you can see her. Come here, try! -  I bend down and look through the door lock. Nothing. It was pitch black, I wasn’t able to see anything.
- I can’t see it, let’s sleep and in the morning I promise you I’ll try again, ok?
- Ok mom, let’s sleep. - she looks back to the room - Bye friend, see you!

 It’s morning and everyone is still asleep. The first thing I do is go downstairs right to the locked room. Although it’s day, when I look through the door lock it is all dark.

- Good morning. - Fernanda says yawning from the stairs.
- Good morning! In case you’re hungry, there is some yogurt and fruit in the kitchen.
 - Mom!! - Ana screams from her bedroom. I go there and find Liz calming her down.
- Is everything ok? - I ask.
- Yes, Ana just had a nightmare, but everything is fine now, - Liz answers, then she looks back to Ana. - isn’t it Ana? - Ana nods.

 I’m heading to the kitchen when I hear something from the outside. I followed my gut and looked through the door lock. It was all dark again, but then… It blinked. What is this? Is this an eye? I was absolutely petrified. It blinked again and then everything was clear. A lady with brown hair, pale skin and really dark eyes was inside the room staring at me. The door opens abruptly, I see a vult. I run to the kitchen but I can’t find Fernanda.