It was Halloween eve and we had nothing to do.
My sister, Lee was on the computer searching for haunted places, it was a saturday night and her and her buddies we're bored and needed something to do, we were at our grandma's and she lived around alot of creepy places. She searched this cemetary that had alot of spiritual sightings. She of corse no longer believed in all that crap, she was 19. Me and my friend Vanita dared her to go there. "well" she said "you have ta go with me too!". Me and Vanita agreed, Vanita had been to alot of haunted places before, and he thought that he wasn't gonna be scared. So Lee, Miranda, John, Catherin, Ryan, Andy, kristina, Vanita, and me set out to go to this cemetary. We waited till Halloween. Then we piled into the back of John's red pick-up truck and drove to this place. me and Vanita were the youngest of the group, the others were 18, 19, 20, and even 21, and we were trying to prove a point. Miranda was scared even before we were inside, she saw the big gates and just chickened out. "I'm going back to the car, and I'm nOT going in there" she said. "ok, just call us if you see anything out here" said Vanita "or we'll here your screams". We all walked in and looked around, the fog was almost blue under the moonlight. "I'm going to look at that indian grave that they were talking about on the website" said Catherine "I'm going too" said Kristina. Then I didn't see them for a while. John, me, Vanita, and Lee went twords some woods that we thought looked cool, Ryan and Andy went to the back of the cemetary becasue that was apearently where "everything creepy happens". Lee looked at some headstones, "these are creepy" she said, "Ivan Lows"she read the name. Then all of a sudden John fell. "It felt like something grabbed my leg!" he yelled "Stop trying to scare us!" said Vanita, and he slightly kicked John in the head. "Lee looked at the headstone that she had been looking at before "ok Iva, WAIT!" she yelled "that tombstone said Ivan Lows.." she said. I looked at the tombstone, "George Cle-moms.." I said my voice faided off. "The, that tombstone said Ivan Lows, and now......it doesn't". Then we heard children...singing. "ring around the rosy, ring around the rosy". We looked all around but there wasn't anyone there. "That's it! I'm outta here!" yelled John, "right behind ya!" yelled Vanita, and they both ran. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, "Lee, did you see that!?!" I said. "stop trying to scare me!" she yelled. "Lee....I'm not joking, i'm serious, I saw something!". Me and Lee ran, we didn't know where we were in the cemetary, we were comfused. "Then we found ourselves at the back of the cemetary. "Andy!, Ryan!" yelled Lee. Then we saw two figures running in the woods next to us. "Thank god we founf you guys!" yelled Lee, she ran to the two almost none-visable figures in the woods. I stayed, I didn't wanna go into those creey woods. Lee ran but then stopped. "They've, they've disapeared!" she yelled. "That wasn't Andy and Ryan" I said "There over there on that mosilium!" I pointed to Ryan and Andy joking around sitting on a mosilium. "Hey you guys" said Andy. "were trying ta get the ghost ta come out and play!" said Ryan. "Knock Knock!" said Andy, "answer will ya, oh wait, ya can't, ur dead!". They started laughing, when all of a sudden they went flying off it. they landed on the ground, "what the H*ll!" yelled Andy. "we were pushed!". "I'm gett'en the H*ll outta here!" I yelled. We ran for a lond time, we finally saw the gates to the cemetary. We hopped in to see John, Vanita and Miranda. "Drive! yelled Lee. "NO" I yelled "what about Kristina and Catherine!". Just then, we saw Catherine, and Kristina, as scared as H*ll running to the car. "we saw children!, they her taunting us and telling us to get out!" yelled Kristina. "Let's do that then!" yelled Vanita. Miranda told us what happened to her, why she was waiting in the car, she said that something was in the back of the truck, looking at her from the window behind her. She said she saw things peeking at her from behind the trees. As we left that cemetary, I could have swore that I saw little children watching from the gates, waving goodbye.
My sister, Lee was on the computer searching for haunted places, it was a saturday night and her and her buddies we're bored and needed something to do, we were at our grandma's and she lived around alot of creepy places. She searched this cemetary that had alot of spiritual sightings. She of corse no longer believed in all that crap, she was 19. Me and my friend Vanita dared her to go there. "well" she said "you have ta go with me too!". Me and Vanita agreed, Vanita had been to alot of haunted places before, and he thought that he wasn't gonna be scared. So Lee, Miranda, John, Catherin, Ryan, Andy, kristina, Vanita, and me set out to go to this cemetary. We waited till Halloween. Then we piled into the back of John's red pick-up truck and drove to this place. me and Vanita were the youngest of the group, the others were 18, 19, 20, and even 21, and we were trying to prove a point. Miranda was scared even before we were inside, she saw the big gates and just chickened out. "I'm going back to the car, and I'm nOT going in there" she said. "ok, just call us if you see anything out here" said Vanita "or we'll here your screams". We all walked in and looked around, the fog was almost blue under the moonlight. "I'm going to look at that indian grave that they were talking about on the website" said Catherine "I'm going too" said Kristina. Then I didn't see them for a while. John, me, Vanita, and Lee went twords some woods that we thought looked cool, Ryan and Andy went to the back of the cemetary becasue that was apearently where "everything creepy happens". Lee looked at some headstones, "these are creepy" she said, "Ivan Lows"she read the name. Then all of a sudden John fell. "It felt like something grabbed my leg!" he yelled "Stop trying to scare us!" said Vanita, and he slightly kicked John in the head. "Lee looked at the headstone that she had been looking at before "ok Iva, WAIT!" she yelled "that tombstone said Ivan Lows.." she said. I looked at the tombstone, "George Cle-moms.." I said my voice faided off. "The, that tombstone said Ivan Lows, and now......it doesn't". Then we heard children...singing. "ring around the rosy, ring around the rosy". We looked all around but there wasn't anyone there. "That's it! I'm outta here!" yelled John, "right behind ya!" yelled Vanita, and they both ran. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, "Lee, did you see that!?!" I said. "stop trying to scare me!" she yelled. "Lee....I'm not joking, i'm serious, I saw something!". Me and Lee ran, we didn't know where we were in the cemetary, we were comfused. "Then we found ourselves at the back of the cemetary. "Andy!, Ryan!" yelled Lee. Then we saw two figures running in the woods next to us. "Thank god we founf you guys!" yelled Lee, she ran to the two almost none-visable figures in the woods. I stayed, I didn't wanna go into those creey woods. Lee ran but then stopped. "They've, they've disapeared!" she yelled. "That wasn't Andy and Ryan" I said "There over there on that mosilium!" I pointed to Ryan and Andy joking around sitting on a mosilium. "Hey you guys" said Andy. "were trying ta get the ghost ta come out and play!" said Ryan. "Knock Knock!" said Andy, "answer will ya, oh wait, ya can't, ur dead!". They started laughing, when all of a sudden they went flying off it. they landed on the ground, "what the H*ll!" yelled Andy. "we were pushed!". "I'm gett'en the H*ll outta here!" I yelled. We ran for a lond time, we finally saw the gates to the cemetary. We hopped in to see John, Vanita and Miranda. "Drive! yelled Lee. "NO" I yelled "what about Kristina and Catherine!". Just then, we saw Catherine, and Kristina, as scared as H*ll running to the car. "we saw children!, they her taunting us and telling us to get out!" yelled Kristina. "Let's do that then!" yelled Vanita. Miranda told us what happened to her, why she was waiting in the car, she said that something was in the back of the truck, looking at her from the window behind her. She said she saw things peeking at her from behind the trees. As we left that cemetary, I could have swore that I saw little children watching from the gates, waving goodbye.
Once i was having a day dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 year old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??