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They watch me, I cannot get them out of my head. They want me to know something I cannot understand. I spiral dangerously toward the brink of insanity, my grief becoming stronger and my patience wearing thin. I cannot stay, yet I cannot leave. They won't let me.
By Cadence Angstadt
This is a song dedicated to "Our Town". When all must die at some point but life continues on.
By Robert Kasch
Take your time while job hunting, pays off in the end.
Short Story | Updated Jun 6, 2015 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
By Jl Reaper
Has her her husband returned from the dead?
By Mr Watson
Haunted by the past !
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2015 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 8
Inspired by a true story.
â€œEveryone has the power of sight, yet most refuse to see.â€
Short Story | Updated May 28, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a 13-year-old boy has to save his 8-year-old little brother from a female ghost.
Novel | Updated May 26, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
For the sad spirits and energies I've become aquianted with
Experience at a spooky boarding school in the middle of nowhere.
Short Story | Updated May 20, 2015 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Willa Salmon can see ghost. She's not exactly sure why or how, but she can. After the unexpected death of her father, Willa and her mother, Eleanor move to Hayworth to escape the past and move forward, where she meets a charming young man named Graeme and falls for him. However the little town...
By Ted Gerard
What desparation brings...
By Adya Dutta
It's inspired from a true story. Now cause it's a story, it's a bit long. But I am sure you would get trapped by the gothic plot. I tried to prose the story in a poem.
By Lost Knight
Saumya rushes to find out the mystery behind the ghostly flute-music. But after she returns, her friend Shundor realizes a horrible truth............
By Ce Hicks
I am forced to witness the consequences of my actions, and how they have affected the ones I hold most dear.
Short Story | Updated Apr 28, 2015 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0