There is a place in which nobody goes. A place in which the living are never home. A place where the dead roam. Its a place where you will be all alone until someone comes to bring you home.


Random Paranormal like Mystery story

She wills it all to stop.  She asks it all to just go away and leave her alone forever.  It doesn’t.  It follows her your own shadow when the sun is bright and hot.  It stings like sharp thorns on vines wrapped around her arms and legs.  Love hurts, but it shouldn’t hurt this bad.  Its unnatural the pain she’s in.  It was a unique breakup, but then again every breakup is. 

She turns, her arm visible in the bright full moonlight, bite marks cover her arms.  He looks like a shadow, a quick one though.  A shadow that could be at one place and then another in less than a second.  He looks through her with those unforgiving black eyes.  Tears run down her face but she wills the tears to stop because they like it when you cry. 

“P-p-p-p- l-l ease” she chokes out.

His sharp teeth glitter in the silver light.

“I thought you loved me?” He asks her, the tone of his voice dark but smooth. 

Perhaps like velvet?  He inches closer gracefully.  He bites her like he always does.  The expression on her face is one of shock and horror.  Tears run off her face.  She continues to cry.  She screams.  The screaming stops.  Her body slumps to the ground.

The worst part is she did love him although she didn’t want to.  Although he did horrible things to her.  Although she got weaker and weaker each time he visited.  The pain became an obsession, a hunger.  So she let him in.  She allowed him to enter her home.  Because she loved him.  She loved his dark eyes and his dark hair.  She loved the angle of his cheekbones.  The hunger, the need, her obbession.  Most of all her undying love was what killed her in the end.  But the very worst of it was, that the monster loved her too.  But he couldn’t control the thirst. 

He slumps away, his dark eyes focusing on nothing.  Walking over the blood stains on the carpet, and he tries to cry.  But he can’t.  For everyone knows that the dead cannot cry.



The ground rumbles.  Everyone looks around at each other confused.  Not this.  The ground falls through and we all scream as we go down.  Some of us fly up into the air.  The couple take hold hands.  They know what is going to happen.  Sweat and dirt fill our faces.  I can’t believe myself.  I cut the wrong wire.



The Creature

Scratching sounds on the tile floor.  Long nails go back and forth making the horrible sound.  Black thin marks are everywhere all over the tile.  Its coming for her.  She knows there is no denying it.  Sweat comes down her face as she packs her things to try and make an escape.  Deep growling sounds come from downstairs.  Instead, she’s thrown to the wall.  Sloshing sounds come from her bedroom as the big black slimy sharp nailed creature gets on top of her.  She screams as it eats her, the blood covering its already slimy mouth.  Because of the blood it becomes stronger and hunts for more in the house.  Thinking everyone has been killed it leaves and morphs back into human form, its bloodshot eyes searching the streets to make sure no one will see him leave the house.  He doesn’t see the little girl hiding in the bushes.

After the Ashes

My fingers skim the white keys of my family’s old piano.  I used to imagine myself playing something beautiful, extraordinary even but I never learned how to play it.  Tears run off my face dropping onto the piano’s keys.  I wipe my green eyes and look around.  I can still see the white tile floors and white curved staircase, professionally done paintings of nature, gray walls.  Our whole house was always kept tidy and smelt of random lavender pine sol.  But then everything snaps back into reality and I see what’s left of our old house, ash, black residue, dust.  All those names match the current state of our old residence.  When I say our, I mean my family and I.  I haven’t seen my family in a while.  Sometimes I wonder when they’ll come home.  When they’ll notice that I’m still here.  I’m home waiting.  Waiting for the day they’ll come home.  The day they’ll be able to embrace me once again.  Until that day I’ll always be waiting.

Sometimes I wish that they could hear me.  That they would just hear what I’m saying and maybe they’d come back.  I dream of the day when they see me.  I can’t wait until they see how much more mature I am now.  They’d regret leaving me all alone and moving to another state.  They’d regret forgetting me here at home.  Everything would be okay if they came back.  But they won’t come back.  I know it in the back of my mind.  I just can’t admit it.  It’s too painful.  I haven’t left my home since the fire.  Since that blazing inferno took everything.  Swallowed everything up and spat it back out as ash.  Instead of sitting here sulking I decide to go outside.  I make my way toward the front door but something in my head tells me I cannot go outside.

It says “You don’t belong there anymore.  You must stay home until daddy comes back to get you just like he said he would” and just like that the urge to go outside fades.

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Part One of Two Stories (I’m really sorry guys, for some reason this part deleted and I had to re-do it so it’s not good but the second part is wayyy better)

“Hey mom I’m home!” I say aloud as soon as I enter our two story home.

No response comes.  She must be sleeping I decide.  So I go into the downstairs bathroom and shower.  I put my long black hair up afterward and walk to the stairs.

I scream as soon as I see it and fall down the stairs.  Scrambling, I crawl to the home phone.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“I’d like” I pause, “to report a suicide.”

And then everything goes black.


I wake up on a rough carpet.  It’s pitch black and my stomach hurts.  Raspy breathing comes from the other side.  It’s close.  My hands and feet are bound.  Pain comes from my right leg.  I scream, it’s a mix between horror and pain.  Then, I feel no pain.

The trunk opens and blinding light comes through burning my skin.  A blanket covers me, and then I’m whisked away inside of a motel room.


Part Two of Two short stories about a creature.

It’s not long until the pain is over and I’m feeling better than I ever had before.  The trunk opens and light floods it.  My skin burns at the sun.  Quickly, I’m covered by a blanket and whisked away into a motel room.  It’s dark and creepy.  I’m no longer scared, in fact, I’m actually somewhat at ease.

“You’re going to do what we tell you” the scratchy low voice says from the right corner of the room.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean you’re one of us now.  Now you don’t have a mom to tell you what to do.  We won’t really tell you what to do.  You’re safe from all of that now.” The voice replies.

“But you said I would have to-” I start but am cut off by the voice.

“No arguing!” It says sharply. 

Raspy breathing sounds from all around me.

“What do you mean by that then?” I ask, choosing my words carefully, hoping not to anger the creature.

“I mean, you’re one of us now.  Now you don’t have to do anything except for be with us.  We only have few rules that you must abide by.”  It says.

“1. You’re not human so don’t act human.  2. You’re better of now then you were before so be… Glad that we’re taking you in.  3. Don’t argue or talk back when you’re told to do something.”

And then there is complete silence.

“Go to sleep now” the voice purrs in my head. 

I do.


I’m woken up by a series of hissings, the hissing doesn’t bother me anymore. 

“We hate them” they say in unison.

I nod in agreement and we all head out. 

“Oh please, me master, let me go first” the voices around me sound in the pitch black vehicle say in a growling type voice.

“We’ll test out the new one” the master says in his deep creepy growling type voice.

Instructions are given to me in my head.  I drag my legless slimy black body into a long ago house I once lived in, new people live there now.  I go into the room I once had and angrily grip the teenage girl’s leg.  She looks down, and before she can scream, I throw her against the wall.  Thump, thump, thump.  Her body hits each step as I drag her down the steps.  Blood smears the white carpet.

“I’ve done very well, yes I have indeed” I say in my new raspy voice.

Soon, I’ve taken her to the black car’s trunk with a bag over her head, bound her and I’m in the trunk, waiting until the right moment when she wakes up.  When she does I greet her with a smile in the darkness, my sharp teeth glowing. 

“You’ll thank me later” I growl.

And just like that, she’s one of us.


The End.