《Spooky tales》 Bloody Mary. Mia stood outside the bathroom door. The snorts and giggles of her friends echoed down the hall, taunting her for losing the bet. ¡°It¡¯s just a silly game,¡± they said, but a gnawing fear gripped her. They wanted her to summon Bloody Mary, and she had no choice but to comply. Mia exhaled deeply she pushed the door open. The bathroom had the essential things near the sink, Candles and a lighter. When she tried to lit up a candle a raspy whisper behind her was heard. ¡±Mia¡± Spooked Mia looked at the door and she heard her friends giggle. ¡°Stop it! or I¡¯m going home ¡± Mia said. And the giggles lowered. Mia felt the chill in the air, ¡°Just a game, just a game, ¡° she repeated to herself, stepping inside. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. She set the candles on the sink, their flames trembling as she lit them one by one. ¡°Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,¡± she chanted, her voice wavering. The temperature dropped even lower, and she shivered as a sense of dread washed over her. The mirror fogged up, swirling patterns obscuring her reflection. Mia hesitated, her courage faltering. But before she could back out, the bathroom door creaked open, and the shower curtain fluttered. A figure emerged, tall and ethereal, his skin pale and his eyes bright like the moon. ¡°You tried to summon Bloody Mary, right?¡± he asked, a cheerful grin splitting his face. Mia nodded, frozen in fear. ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Bloody Larry, the friendly spirit! I¡¯m here to warn you not to summon her. I¡¯ll hold her off as long as I can, but you need to get out of this bathroom!¡± His voice turned serious, eyes narrowing. ¡°Wear a necklace made of rosemary to keep her away. No buts! You need to run!¡± Mia didn¡¯t need to be told twice. She dashed past Larry, screaming as she burst out of the bathroom. Her friends erupted in laughter, assuming she was spooked by her own shadow. But just then, the air shifted; the temperature plummeted. From behind the bathroom door, a voice like thunder growled, ¡°Who summoned me?¡± The faucets began to run, water gushing out and turning crimson, pooling like blood in the sink. The laughter faded, replaced by screams. The Taka onna Curse Rita leaned out of the window of her cramped, third-floor apartment, eyes scanning the bustling Tokyo streets below. She had always liked living high up, away from the noise. But lately, she¡¯d been feeling¡­watched. It started a week ago. Every night, just as she was about to drift off, she¡¯d hear a strange noise outside¡ªa slow, scraping sound, like nails dragging down concrete. It was subtle, almost easy to dismiss. But there was something unnerving about it. It only came when she was alone. Tonight, the sound returned. But this time, it wasn¡¯t subtle. It was louder, like something heavy brushing against the building¡¯s exterior. The curtains drawn but fluttering slightly from the cool night breeze. It¡¯s just the wind, she told herself. Just the wind. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Slowly, she sat up, her hands trembling. Curiosity, mingled with dread, urged her toward the window. She pulled the curtain aside, her gaze dropping to the street. But there was nothing unusual¡ªjust the usual late-night traffic, headlights casting fleeting glows along the pavement. Rita exhaled shakily, shaking off the feeling of unease. She turned to head back to bed when she felt she wasn''t alone. Knock. Knock. Knock. The noise wasn¡¯t coming from the front door but from the window behind her, three floors up. She turned slowly, "Who is there?" Rita squeaked. Then from the corner of her eye, she saw it¡ªsomething moving, creeping its way up the side of the building. Tap. Tap. Tap. Èë¤Ã¤Æ¤â¤¤¤¤¤Ç¤¹¤«£¿ Rita backed away from the window, She turned to run, but as she did, the scraping noise came again, this time right above her. She looked up and sensed the antagonizing threat. Rita screamed, bolting toward the door. She fumbled with the lock, her hands shaking, but as she pulled the door open she heard a whisper again as she ran down the stairs. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Cold fingers wrapping around her throat ceasing her from going anywhere, ¡° Please" Rita cried.. The next morning, the apartment was eerily quiet. Rita¡¯s neighbors had heard nothing unusual, but when they found her door ajar, they couldn¡¯t help but investigate. The apartment was empty, save for a single mark on the floor¡ªlong, deep scratches, as if something had been dragged¡­up. Rita was never seen again. Years later a college student moved into an apartment on the same floor, the woman''s mysterious disappearance was never solved, Dylan sat hunched over his neat desk, writing about local legends and strange occurrences. Tonight¡¯s story was about the Takaonna, the mysterious ¡°Tall Woman¡± from Japanese folklore, a topic that had drawn more clicks than he expected. A sudden whisper broke the silence. "What was that?" Dylan wondered. It could be just the wind but or his imagination.. he thougnt he heard something. Dylan trained his ears to detect a weird sound, Only silence so far, Dylan moved towards his desk, he decided to work further on his article with the persistent feeling of fear in his gut. He was spooked but tried to brush if off as nothing. Then came a thud. He turned slowly, eyes darting toward the bedroom door. It was open. He knew he had closed it earlier. The air in the room shifted, a chill spreading through the air like a creeping fog. A soft gust of wind blew in from the door behind him, causing the curtains to rise ever so slightly. That¡¯s when he saw them¡ªtwo grey, ghostly bare feet, hovering just inches off the floor. Dylan¡¯s pulse raced. He shot up from his chair, backing away toward the wall, his eyes fixed on the window. The feet didn¡¯t move, but he could feel the presence behind them¡ªtall, looming, waiting. Without thinking, Dylan bolted for the window, shoving it open wide and launching himself onto the fire escape. He slipped, grabbing hold of a rusted pipe as he swung himself down to the alley below. His feet hit the ground hard, but he didn¡¯t stop. He sprinted to his car, fumbling for the keys in his pocket. He yanked the door open, jumped inside, and jammed the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and Dylan slammed his foot on the gas, tires screeching as he sped down the street. He didn¡¯t dare look back. But something pulled at him, a curiosity he couldn¡¯t ignore. In the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of it. Standing in his window was the Takaonna¡ªher massive, elongated form barely fitting in the frame. He could only see her swaying arms and the tattered remains of a white dress fluttering in the breeze. Her face remained hidden, but her presence felt overwhelming, filling every dark corner of his mind. Dylan¡¯s throat tightened, his hands gripping the wheel He squeezed his eyes shut and kept driving, too terrified to glance back again. What did it want? What did he do to provoke it? ¡° ¥Ç¥£¥é¥ó!! " Dylan almost paralyzed with fear but his foot remained steady on the gas, this creature sounds angry now. The only thing that mattered was that he had escaped¡ªthis time. ? ? Haunted walk home Emma clutched her backpack tightly as she walked down the dimly lit street, the Halloween night air thick with the scent of fallen leaves and impending darkness. Superstitious by nature, she couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that wandering ghosts roamed the streets, hungry for the living. With each step, she whispered a mantra to herself, ¡°I¡¯m not afraid, I¡¯m not afraid, I¡¯m not afraid.¡± The moon hung high, casting eerie shadows that danced along the pavement. As she walked, a chilling breeze brushed past her, and a voice, low and menacing, echoed behind her. ¡°Oh, are you sure?¡± This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Emma froze, a dark shadow that flitted past her like a fleeting nightmare. Paralyzed with fear, she fought the instinct to look back. ¡°I can smell it¡­ miles and miles away,¡± the voice continued, There was a pause and the being was standing behind her. ¡°Child,¡± it called out. Suddenly, Emma felt an ice-cold hand grip her shoulder, sending a jolt of terror through her body. She turned to face the source of her dread. There, in the darkness, a faint grin appeared, revealing sharp, predatory teeth that glinted like silver in the moonlight. Before she could scream, everything went dark. Peter Pan The children whispered excitedly among themselves as they followed Peter Pan through the streets, their footsteps light with the thrill of adventure. Peter led them to a place that glowed with the promise of endless fun: the gates to a carnival-like amusement park, adorned with bright lights and spinning rides. It was everything they''d imagined Neverland to be. Peter turned to them, flashing a boyish smile, though he appeared much older than the Peter Pan they''d seen in stories. "Here we are!" he announced with a laugh, his voice playful. ¡°Welcome to your school." Peter beamed jubilant. "School?" Tommy asked, frowning. "But in Neverland, you said we wouldn''t have to do anything we don''t like!" Peter crouched, tapping the child''s nose with a teasing smile. "This school is different. Trust me," he said softly. "This one''s fun." The dazzling lights became dominant and inviting rides overwhelmed their doubt. Soon, they were racing across the park, laughing and shouting as they frolicked through the playground. Peter Pan and Wendy watched from a distance, standing under the shadow of a tall ferris wheel. Peter''s grin widened, but it was no longer warm¡ª "Peter are you done? I''m starving" she says. "Soon, my love," Peter said Patience. ¡°Let them play a little longer..." " After all, happy children taste better" He says. " Indeed" Wendy says as her eyes glow yellow. The park''s lights flickered, one by one, and the joyful laughter turned to uneasy whispers. The children paused, staring around at the sudden darkness, their faces pale in the ghostly glow of the remaining lights. The Ferris wheel creaked to a stop, Out of the shadows, faint weeping echoed, the ghostly figures of boys¡ªjust like them¡ªappearing near the edges of the playground. Their mournful cries chilled the air, their faces twisted in sorrow and fear. "Peter?" one child called out, her voice trembling as she clung to a shred of hope. "Is everything okay?" Peter stepped forward, his face illuminated by the last dying light, revealing the full extent of his transformation. His teeth glinted like fangs, sharp and hungry, and his eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. Peter and Wendy were full and kept Tommy in a cage for a midnight snack,Tommy was crying he was thinking of his family back home. He always thought his parents were stupid for giving him an early bedtime, but If he never wandered out then Peter wouldn''t have targeted him and his friends. As Tommy sobbed he saw a yellow light coming from the key hole, and the door snapped open. A tiny fairy came out. "Don''t be scared, I''m Tinkerbell" She said but her smile didn''t meet her eyes. "W.. why are you helping me?" Tommy asked as Tinkerbell entered the keyhole of his shackles. "Well, you''re too cute to be devoured by my master, you remind me of myself when I was still free. Happy go lucky" Tinkerbell said. "Hurry and leave Immediately at the lake behind the castle there is a magic boat that will take you back home.. but remember to never be out after 6 pm" Tinkerbell said. "Because he will find you" Tinkerbell got in his face in a split second. Tommy gasped and nodded, "Please help me to the lake" Tommy said and Tinkerbell did so. When he stepped inside the boat Peter''s angry voice boomed in Neverland. "Tinkerbell!" Tinkerbell flies towards Tommy " Sorry kid" she said with a mock apology and bit his pinky off, Tommy shrieked as the boat flies further up in the sky. Tommy holds his bleeding hand and as he left Neverland he heard the cries of the sad looking boys once more but it sounded happy. Happy that he escaped. Peter was looking for Tinkerbell as he angry strolled down the hall, "Where are you?" Peter yelled, The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. When Peter came outside he saw her nibbling on a child''s finger. "Sorry Peter, I couldn''t resist" Tinkerbell said. " Want some? Tinkerbell asked offering a piece. Peter''s teeth became visible letting out a growl, "Stupid sprite! What am I going to tell Wendy?" Peter asked. "Tell her I was hungry" Tinkerbell shrugged. "You''re unbelievable " Peter said. Peter will have to hunt down more children for another feast, his stomach was already growling for more flesh. Peter targeted misfits and outcasts knowing that no one will look for the, if they appear missing. The full moon hung low in the October sky, casting a silvery light over the darkened woods of Neverland. The air crackled with magic and danger as Peter Pan stood at the edge of the clearing, his shadow stretching long and eerie across the ground. The glow of the moon illuminated his face, revealing an unsettling blend of innocence and darkness. As he gazed up at the moon, memories began to flood his mind¡ªvivid flashes of laughter mingling with screams, moments of joy twisted into horrors. He could see Wendy, eyes wide with excitement, her brothers blissfully unaware of the feast he had orchestrated. Peter bit Wendy turning her into the same being as him. He cackled with delight as he watched her devour her own brothers. "No... no!" he muttered, clutching his head in anguish. "What have I done?" The memories tightened around him like a noose, suffocating his laughter and replacing it with dread. How many lost boys had he lured into his dark games, only to trap their souls in this wretched place? The weight of his actions pressed down, and for the first time, he felt a flicker of shame pierce through his dark facade. Panic surged as he recalled the children he had captured¡ªinnocent souls whose laughter had echoed through the trees. "I can''t let them suffer like this," he whispered, determination igniting within him. He sprinted toward the hidden glade where he kept the frightened children, the moonlight illuminating his path. As he approached, the children cowered, their eyes wide with terror. They backed away as he emerged from the shadows, his face twisted in anguish. "Please! Run! I can''t control it for long! Hurry!" he pleaded, his voice trembling with urgency. The children exchanged fearful glances, unsure of whether to trust him. But then, sensing his desperation, they turned and fled into the darkness, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. "Go to the lake, the boats will take you home.. protect yourselves.. from me" Peter said as he grabbed the children''s hands. Even after what he done to them they still trusted him and the guilt mixed with his dark side trying to take over bulged inside of him. "Go!" Peter said helping the children on to boat, he held one child and she hugged him around the shoulders. "Peter, goodbye" She said. "Goodbye" Peter said giving her a squeeze back. Relief came as the boars drifted higher in the sky, he can''t harm them now. But just as hope flickered, clouds began to gather, blocking the moonlight and casting him back into shadow. The familiar pull of darkness clawed at his mind, and he felt his true nature swell within him. the shadows wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket. His smile returned, spreading wider, revealing the sharp teeth hidden beneath. The transformation was complete, and with it came the thrill of the hunt. Moments later, Wendy appeared, her expression a storm of anger. "You let my midnight snack escape... again," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him. Peter shrank back, the remnants of his fleeting humanity battling against the darkness within. "I''m sorry... I got carried away," he said, his voice lacking its usual bravado. Wendy stepped closer, yanking his ear sharply. "Do you realize how much work I have to do? I need to find a way to recapture them!" Her voice was sharp, laced with frustration and an underlying affection that made Peter''s heart ache. "I... I didn''t mean to," he stammered, feeling the weight of her disappointment settle over him like a shroud. "Get it together, Peter," she hissed, her eyes flickering with a fierce intensity. "We have a reputation to uphold. And you can''t afford to get soft on me now." As the clouds cloaked the October moon, Peter felt the darkness reclaiming him, pulling him deeper into its embrace. He glanced at Wendy, her anger sharpening like a blade, and for a fleeting moment, he wished he could escape the cycle of darkness that bound them both. But as Wendy''s expression shifted from anger to determination, he realized that he was trapped, destined to roam the shadows of Neverland¡ªa dark pixie forever hungry, forever searching. Hours later the children arrived in their world, only a few seconds have passed here and hurried home, They will never play outside at night again. Fearing that Peter Pan will return for them once more. Tommy lay in his bed, clutching the covers tightly around him, his heart racing in the stillness of the night. His room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison shrouded in shadows. The faint glow of his nightlight cast eerie shapes on the walls, and the gentle hum of the bulb was the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. But then, without warning, the light flickered. The soft glow dimmed and brightened erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to twist and writhe in the corners of the room. He gasped, freezing in place, his breath hitching in his throat. Fear coursed through him as he stared at the flickering lamp, dread pooling in his stomach. Was it just the bulb? Or something more sinister? He dared not call out, terrified that any sound might draw the darkness closer. Instead, he pulled the covers over his head, a futile shield against whatever horrors lurked in the night. Silence enveloped him, broken only by the rhythmic flickering of the light, each burst illuminating the room for just a heartbeat longer. As the shadows crept nearer, he strained his ears, listening for any sign of life¡ªany indication that he was still safe. Then, a chill swept through the room, sending shivers down his spine. He felt it¡ªa presence, heavy and suffocating, pressing against him from the other side of the covers. The flickering light cast a fleeting silhouette that danced across the walls, elongating and twisting into a shape he dreaded to recognize. Was it his imagination, or did he hear a soft, mocking laughter? The light flickered one last time, dimming to a faint glow before plunging him into darkness. In that moment of total blackness, the air felt charged, electric with the promise of something terrible. And beneath the covers, the child held his breath, praying that whatever it was would pass him by. But deep down, he knew the truth: Peter Pan was never far away. The elevator game It¡¯s been 5 years since I have played the elevator game, still my mind hasn¡¯t been the same, I avoid elevators, and that woman or being at the 5th floor still haunts me. My beloved fianc¨¦ Peter thinks it¡¯s a bit odd but he gladly takes the stairs with me, I brushed it off calling it a phobia for being afraid of getting stuck in an elevator with no way out, he doesn¡¯t suggest to seek therapy he just kissed my forehead saying that taking the stairs is a good workout, his non judgmental approach towards me is the reason why I was so eager to marry him. After my last trip to the underworld I asked Peter out right away, If I had the guts to face that creature in high heals then asking a person out that I adore should be a piece of cake, After graduation I moved towns to pursue a new career path, I wanted to settle with Peter but he encouraged me to keep going, he¡¯s not going to let me retire this soon from my educational opportunities, and he will continue that journey with me, as a team, as an unit. After a while I realize he¡¯s right, My parents sided with him and he won their respect with that, with 3 people backing me up how could I possibly say no to that? Peter believes that a good future takes care of me than any man will, of course he¡¯ll always be there but life is unpredictable, he could die or get sick so relying on him fully is a dangerous move, with a new understanding I decided to do my RN anyway, It¡¯s a good career choice and if anything happens to my Peter I can be a sun shining brightly in his world just like he has been doing for me as I called him in the middle of the night that I had a disturbing dream. When I got home I received an email from my friend Sarah asking how I¡¯m going and If I wanted to catch up with dinner at her house, I happily accepted, we discussed our future plans and I confided in her that I¡¯m still plagued with nightmares every now and then, Sarah then asked why on Earth would I play such a dangerous game, I told her that I wanted to gather courage to ask Peter out, I decided not to tell Sarah that the ghost took her form and the form of Miss Tanaka. I hardly believe it myself, Sarah¡¯s mother came in and I flinched hearing high heels gracefully tapping on the wooden floor, ¡°Oh I didn¡¯t startle you right? ¡± She smiled apologetic, ¡± I wanted to say hello,¡± She said. ¡°It¡¯s not your fault I¡¯ve always been like that¡± I added, ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll be in my office , If you need something feel free to ask¡± She said, I nodded and focused my attention to Sarah. It was time to leave and as I reached towards the doorknob I felt watched, carefully I looked behind me, Sarah was standing in the hall, ¡°Are you okay Mary?¡± Sarah asked. ¡°Y..yes.. would you like to come over to my house tomorrow?¡± I asked. ¡°Sure that will be nice, Come on I¡¯ll walk you to your car¡± Sarah said, in silence I walked towards the Parking lot, " You know If you¡¯re nervous heading to the parking lot alone you could have asked me to accompany you¡± Sarah said and I opened the door to my car. ¡°I¡¯m Sorry.. I have a lot on my plate, Some mental health issues,¡± I said. " I see, well my mother is a Shrink I¡¯m sure I can ask her to give you some counseling for free,¡± Sarah said and I winced. ¡°I¡¯m not calling you crazy, It¡¯s just that I want to look after you¡± Sarah mentioned. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°That¡¯s very kind, but this is something I need to fix on my own, Please head inside it¡¯s a bit chilly outside,¡± I said, Sarah agreed and I waited until she appeared in the window, Sarah opened the window and she waved me goodbye, my eyes bulged when I saw a shadow coming from behind her but It was just her mother standing next to her, they both waved goodbye and I sighed in relief, I started the engine and drove off. I got spooked over nothing, When I got home Peter was keeping himself busy with dinner, It was his time to cook and I looked in the pan that was bubbling away on the stove, ¡± That smells great honey¡± I said. Peter tensed up pressing too hard on the knife making a loud thud on the chopping board, ¡°Mary.. sorry you startled me,¡± Peter said. ¡°But didn¡¯t you hear the door opening or my keys fumbling?¡± I asked. " No I was in deep thought,¡± Peter said, ¡± Please grab a plate it¡¯s almost done,¡± He said. I forgot about him wincing away from my touch and waited until dinner was served like a small child I watched Peter¡¯s deliciousness on my plate, We had surf and turf for dinner. ¡°How are you love?¡± I asked, ¡°Not so well, I heard classmates of mine died so I¡¯m not myself¡± Peter admits. ¡°Oh when did you hear about that?¡± I asked. ¡°Today, I wanted to call you to see if you were alright to put my mind at ease but I didn¡¯t want to disturb your meet up with Sarah,¡± Peter said. " You could have sent a text, I always read them after I¡¯m done running errands or visits,¡± I said and blew on the piece of shrimp before tasting it. " I will do that next time,¡± Peter said. " So how did the students die?¡± I asked, ¡°Their bodies were found near an Elevator, no one knows what they were doing there¡± Peter said, The news startled me, that there could be a serial killer in our town,¡± Peter said. " Promise me you will stay on your guard, I can¡¯t afford to lose you Mary¡± Peter said. ¡°You won¡¯t, I got my pepper spray and I never enter the car of a stranger,¡± I said trying to calm him the mood lightened up a bit and we spoke about our day. After dinner I gave Peter a lift to his workplace I noticed his demeanor shifted, He became frightened of letting me stay by myself at home, I assured him it was going to be all right, but he wouldn¡¯t calm down so I decided to remain with my car on the parking lot where I could see him work and clean tables at the local restaurant, he¡¯s working two jobs for our weddings to give me the best experience ever, At times I wonder what I have done to be so lucky, I send him a text that I will be grabbing something to munch on and drove to a nearby drive through and as I drove back I went past a hotel. I stole a glance at an elevator going up to the 10th floor, It gave me the chills, I really didn¡¯t want to think that the students who died were playing the Elevator game, I got back to my spot and during a short break Peter came with drinks that he purchased. Together we sat in the car until his break was over. ¡°Mary?¡± I heard Peter call out, but I was so tired that I dosed off. I shot my eyes open finding myself in bed in our master bedroom groggy and disorientated I called out to Peter, where did he go? The door opened and Peter came in, ¡°Hey, what is the matter?¡± Peter asked approaching our bed, concern flickered over his features, ¡°How did I get here?¡± I asked holding onto him frightened. ¡°I carried you back home, I asked my manager If I could clock off sooner,¡± Peter said. Strange.. I thought I was placed on a couch, at least that¡¯s what it felt like. ¡°Oh.. sorry It must be the food, I get sleepy after a hearty meal,¡± I said holding him around the shoulders. " Will you join me to bed?¡± I don¡¯t want to be alone¡± I said having a hard time keeping my eyes open, Peter brushed a kiss on my forehead. ¡°Sure Mary,¡± He said and turned his back towards me slipping out of his shirt, as he joined I curled up against his unclad chest the warmth of his skin and the brief strokes on my hair lulled me back to sleep, as the next day approaches I woke up finding myself in an empty bed, I looked at the alarm clock but it doesn¡¯t seem to be working, my gut clenched, ¡± There must be an explanation for this I thought but fear crept through my system I wanted to turn the lights on but instead of doing that I reached towards the curtains and my world seemed to freeze in time, there in the distance there was a red cross, while every light in the city was dead, ¡°Peter¡± I whimpered, I tried to scream and call for his aid but I could hardly speak. I cowered under the covers wanting to get out of this nightmare, But my room remained dark, The door of our bedroom opened with a cracking sound " Peter?¡± I shivered carefully looking towards the door holding on to the last bit of hope that it¡¯s going to be all right, and a bony finger reached towards the light switch going up and down showing I was indeed in the other world. A being clad in red was grinning from ear to ear in the darkness and stepped in with heels tapping on the ground. ¡°Mary Jane¡± the creature hissed and I felt the shadow towering over my hiding place.. Rosemary On Halloween night, the forest bathed in the light of the full moon, casting shadows over the small town. The air was crisp and heavy, saturated with the howling of the banshees echoing through the streets. Inside a modest home, Rosemary and her siblings gathered in the living room, attempting to drown out the wails with card games and chess. The howling wailed like a haunting melody outside, but they laughed, shrugging it off as just another Halloween scare. Rosemary, feeling the weariness creep into her bones, decided to curl up on the couch while her siblings watched TV. As the flickering screen cast dim light around the room, she drifted into an uneasy sleep, the howls fading into the background. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a persistent tapping sound. The protective candles they had lit flickered and died, leaving the room shrouded in darkness. A chill ran down her spine as the tapping grew louder, echoing against the glass panes of the window. She refused to look behind her, knowing she needed to act fast. With a racing heart, she darted to the drawer where they kept the lighters, her hands shaking as she fumbled through the clutter. Finally, she found a lighter and lit a fresh candle, holding it close as she turned to face the window. The tapping had stopped, but the unsettling feeling in the air grew thicker, wrapping around her like a cold embrace. Peering out into the darkness, she saw nothing but shadows. Just as she let out a sigh she didn¡¯t know she was holding, a shadow shifted behind her. She spun around and shrieked, heart racing. It was her little brother, eyes wide and flinching in fright. ¡°Rosemary? Did you see them?¡± he asked, his voice trembling, darting around the room as if expecting a ghost to jump out. ¡°No, you just startled me, that¡¯s all,¡± she said, relief flooding her. ¡°I wanted to ask if we can watch a new movie,¡± he said, his innocence a stark contrast to the dread in the air. ¡°Of course! I¡¯ll help with that¡± Rosemary replied, grateful for the distraction. As she walked away, her gaze briefly caught the window again. The candlelight flickered, nothing was there still, Rosemary shifted her attentions elsewhere and behind her a face was staring at her¡ªdisfigured, with eyes glowing an unnatural way radiating predatory hunger. It blinked, and the apparition vanished, leaving only darkness behind. Rosemary turned to her brother, who was now rifling through the collection of DVDs. ¡°Which one do you want to watch?¡± she asked, trying to sound cheerful. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. But the tapping returned, more insistent now, echoing against the window like a desperate plea. Rosemary¡¯s heart raced as she glanced back at the window. The tapping was now accompanied by a soft, haunting melody, a lullaby woven from despair and sorrow. ¡°hurry,¡± she urged, taking her brother¡¯s hand and leading him to the living room table. They sat together, the flickering candle between them offering a fragile shield against the encroaching darkness. But the banshees were cunning. They whispered through the walls, their voices echoed with promises and threats, beckoning them to open the door. Rosemary¡¯s resolve hardened. She knew that if she let them in, their fate would be sealed. With every creak of the house, every wail of the wind, her fear mounted. The howling grew louder outside, a chaotic symphony of despair, mingling with the tapping at the window, relentless and taunting. ¡°Rosemary?¡± her brother said, his voice small and shaky. ¡°What if they get in?¡± ¡°Just keep quiet and don¡¯t look at them¡± she replied, her grip tightening around the candle. The flickering flame seemed to mirror her unease, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. The only light came from the solitary candle, illuminating their faces as they clung to each other, hearts pounding in synchrony. Outside, the banshees wailed in a frenzy, their cries a chorus of anguish and rage, echoing against the very fabric of the night. Rosemary held her breath, listening as the tapping intensified. It was a rhythmic pattern, almost like a heartbeat¡ªa warning that something was near. The tapping turned into scratching, clawing at the wood, as if something was trying to break in. Then, without warning, the door rattled violently, and Rosemary felt a rush of icy air sweep through the room. The candle flickered wildly, casting monstrous shadows on the walls, twisting and turning in grotesque forms. She could feel the presence behind her again, the weight of unseen eyes watching, waiting. In that moment, she realized the banshees weren¡¯t just outside¡ªthey were all around them, seeking to breach the fragile barrier of light and warmth. Their whispers filled the air, promising release and temptation, each note laced with a hunger that made her skin crawl. ¡°Rosemary!¡± her brother cried, pressing closer to her, eyes darting to the door as it rattled again. ¡°Stay quiet, ¡° she shouted, raising the candle high, willing the light to fend off the darkness. ¡°We won¡¯t let them in!¡± ¡±Give us your soul¡± Was whispered, Rosemary shoved the candle toward the window, illuminating the ghastly visage before her. It recoiled, but she could feel its presence pressing closer, a dark fog that seemed to seep into the very walls of the house. ¡°Don¡¯t look¡± she urged her brother, and he obeyed, trembling against her side. With the candle as her only defense, she faced the darkness, refusing to let it take them. The flickering candle burned on, a fragile defense against the encroaching shadows, as Rosemary whispered a silent prayer for their survival. When the rooms temperature went back to normal Rosemary darted towards the room where her siblings were, she could heard them sob as they hid under the table. ¡°It¡¯s us¡± Rosemary said holding her brothers hand tightly. ¡°Please come out, we are safe here¡± Rosemary said and they held each other. Rosemary eyed the candles, as long as they remain on the Banshees will be kept at bay. ¡±Stay strong¡± Rosemary said to herself as the sprits are becoming restless. The outbreak The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. San Matias Lucas was only twenty but had taken on the role of a father for his four- year-old sister, Emma. Their parents had passed away years ago, leaving Lucas as her guardian. Together, they moved into an old house in Morrow¡¯s Hollow, a small town famous for its tales of ghostly apparitions. With little money, they had no choice but to settle in this creaky, shadowy place. Their only solace was Cleo, their lovely tuxedo black cat, who never seemed to mind the eerie atmosphere and would curl up by Emma every night. Lucas took Cleo¡¯s calm as a good sign. After all, animals were supposed to sense things humans couldn¡¯t. One foggy evening, as the sun dipped behind the dense forest surrounding their home, Emma tried to say something to Lucas who was keeping an eye on the road. ¡°Ghost lady¡± Emma says, and she pointed somewhere. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Hmm?¡± Lucas asked. ¡°Ooh Ooh¡± Emma pointed frantically. ¡°Emma stop it or I¡¯ll have you sit in the back¡± Lucas said. He didn¡¯t mean to be snappy but he has been through so much. And for once he had a lucky break. A tiny house for them, Lucas grabbed their stuff and despite smelling like old wood, this place could be their now home. During a stormy night Lucas has trouble sleeping he rises from the bed. Cleo was sleeping next to him, Lucas rubbed Cleo¡¯s fur and she stretched in response. strange she usually sleeps in Emma¡¯s room. Lucas ears perked up when he heard a voice. ¡°Go away, Go away¡± Emma says as Lucas carefully walks down the stairs. ¡°Who are you talking to Em? ¡° Lucas asked. ¡°Ghost lady¡± Emma says. And Lucas feels cold chills run over him. He grabbed Emma¡¯s arm and moved her away from the door. Closing it. Emma went on her knees trying to look through the gap of the door. ¡°Go away, Go away¡± Emma said. ¡°Emma stop this right now¡± Lucas ordered and locks the door, he then went to the living room to see if everything is locked. But then the light bulb starts to flicker and in the distance Lucas heard a woman crying, it becomes louder. ¡°Where is my baby?¡± Static Two best friends decided to rent a house to be near college, It was a bargain sale, such a large house for so little money. It¡¯s a dream come true, after dealing with a rough childhood Emile and Miranda could finally leave any troubled past behind. Emile juggled the grocery bags in her hands, trying to keep her grip as she hurried down the narrow hallway. The midday light filtered dimly through the house¡¯s old curtains, casting shadows that seemed to bend and twist in her peripheral vision. The feeling that she was being watched crawled over her skin, tightening her grip on the bags. She glanced over her shoulder¡ªnothing there¡ªbut her pace quickened. As she reached her room, a loud thud echoed through the quiet house. She froze, heartbeat picking up, and looked toward the source. It came from Miranda¡¯s room. ¡°Miranda?¡± Emile called out, her voice sounding small. Silence answered. Usually, Miranda made a point of announcing when she was home, especially after their recent conversations about ¡°the strange vibe¡± in the house. Emile felt a shiver run through her as she crossed the hall to Miranda¡¯s door, her mind racing with possibilities. Gently, she turned the handle and stepped in. Miranda was on her bed, her knees pulled to her chest, rocking slowly back and forth. Her skin was pale, almost gray, and her eyes seemed unfocused, staring at nothing. Emile rushed to her side, dropping the grocery bags at the foot of the bed. ¡°Miranda, what¡¯s going on? Are you okay?¡± she whispered, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Miranda¡¯s mouth opened slightly, as if to speak, but only a faint sigh escaped. Her gaze drifted up, seeming to follow something invisible crawling along the ceiling. Emile felt the air in the room grow heavy, and the sensation of something approaching crept closer, pressing down on her chest. Panicked, Emile leapt toward the door and turned the lock with shaking hands. Suddenly, Miranda¡¯s head whipped up, her eyes bulging with fear. ¡°Don¡¯t lock the door,¡± she whispered, her voice growing frantic. ¡°Don¡¯t lock the door. Don¡¯t lock the door.¡± She repeated it faster and faster, the words blending into a nonsensical murmur, until Emile could barely make them out. Emile¡¯s heart pounded, her hands gripping the doorframe to keep steady. Miranda stopped speaking abruptly, her eyes glassy, as if she were slipping into sleep. She lay back against the bed, as if resting, but her face held a look of distant terror. Emile stayed frozen, the silence thickening around her. Her breaths came in shaky gasps, and she found herself too afraid to leave the room. Desperate for any kind of distraction, she reached for the remote and flicked on the TV, hoping the noise would drown out the dread gnawing at her. The news flickered to life, filling the room with a faint, comforting hum. Emile glanced over her shoulder at Miranda, now still as stone, seemingly asleep. She allowed herself a shaky breath, feeling the tension start to ease. But then, the TV screen went to static. Her grip on the remote tightened as she leaned forward, trying to adjust the signal. The white noise grew louder, harsher, filling her ears until it seemed to press in from all sides. Suddenly, a face flickered on the screen¡ªa face contorted in a wide-open mouth filled with sharp, jagged teeth. Emile gasped, scrambling back from the TV, her voice caught in her throat. She wanted to scream, but fear held her silent. Desperately, she crawled to the bed, reaching for Miranda, seeking some kind of anchor. Her hand brushed against Miranda¡¯s foot beneath the covers, and she felt her friend tense. Miranda¡¯s eyes flew open, staring directly at the screen, her face as pale as a ghost. Then, Miranda let out a scream¡ªa piercing sound that filled the room with terror. Emile clutched her friend¡¯s hand, unable to tear her gaze away from the flickering screen, where the face still lurked in the static, its mouth stretching wider. And in that moment, she knew they were no longer alone. The dark pixie It was the night before Halloween Eve, and the atmosphere in Brooklyn was electric. Everywhere Clara looked, she was greeted by an impressive array of decorations that transformed the neighborhood into a veritable autumn wonderland. The usual orange and black colors adorned doorways, with spider webs stretching from porch railings to tree branches, and glowing jack-o¡¯-lanterns flickering on every stoop. Children roamed the streets, their laughter mingling with the crisp fall air as they dashed from door to door, clad in costumes ranging from adorable to downright terrifying. The nearby vendors filled with the scent of cinnamon and sugary treats , tempting Clara as she passed a family carving pumpkins in their front yard. She paused for a moment, a smile creeping onto her face, as she watched the little ones eagerly scoop out seeds, their hands smeared with orange guts. Halloween had always been one of her favorite times of year, a magical blend of excitement and nostalgia that brought out the kid in everyone. However, tonight, her focus was elsewhere. Clara was on duty as a security intern at the local amusement park, a lively hub of thrills and chills. The park was buzzing with energy, filled with visitors eager to celebrate the spooky season. The attractions had been specially decorated for Halloween, with haunted houses, eerie music echoing through the air, and costumed characters roaming the grounds. Every corner of the park seemed to pulse with anticipation and excitement, and Clara felt a mix of exhilaration and responsibility as she moved through the throngs of guests. Her role as an intern meant she had to stay vigilant, ensuring that everyone was safe and having fun. She kept an eye on the haunted houses, where shrieks of delight and fright intertwined as visitors ventured inside, confronting ghosts and ghouls designed to scare. It was her job to ensure the actors stayed in character and that the guests behaved appropriately, not crossing the line between playful fun and reckless antics. Clara scanned the crowd, taking note of any potential troublemakers, but the majority of the guests were too busy reveling in the festivities to cause any issues. As she walked, Clara spotted a group of teenagers trying to sneak into the haunted house through the exit. She approached them with a firm but friendly demeanor. ¡°Hey there! The line¡¯s over there, and it¡¯s much more fun to enter through the front,¡± she said, gesturing to the long queue forming outside. The teens exchanged sheepish glances before nodding, reluctantly heading back to join the line. Clara felt a small sense of satisfaction as she continued her rounds, grateful for her ability to maintain a sense of order amidst the excitement. The chatter and screams echoed in the park as masked actors were roaming around, trying to spook everyone coming too close, creating a thrilling soundtrack for the night. Clara couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of pride. She loved being part of something so vibrant and lively, even if her role was more about maintaining safety than enjoying the rides herself. As the night wore on, the park transformed under the glow of fairy lights and jack-o¡¯-lanterns, creating a magical scene that brought joy to every guest. But amidst the festivities, Clara couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that something was just beyond the laughter¡ªa tingle of something unexplainable, lurking just out of sight. As she made her rounds, she felt a shiver of anticipation, the kind that hinted that Halloween¡¯s true magic was just around the corner. When the amusement park was closing she went back to the office with other security internships, she looked through the cameras to see if every visitor has left, but in one of the camera footage the bushes ruffled, Clara looked closer and someone crawled out. Assuming it¡¯s a prank Clara called in the microphone to head to the exit because the park is closed now. No respondse.. Clara squinted at the grainy footage on the monitor, her eyes following the twitching figure that had appeared out of the bushes near the carousel. It swayed slowly, its head jerking from side to side as if listening for something she couldn¡¯t hear. ¡°Sir or Ma¡¯am, you need to leave,¡± Clara called into the microphone, her voice echoing faintly through the park¡¯s empty PA system. She waited, expecting the figure to start shuffling toward the exit. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. But it didn¡¯t move. Instead, the figure tilted its head, eyes glittering likeblackbeads fixed right on the camera. Clara¡¯s skin prickled. It was as if it could see her, sense her watching. With a dry swallow, she forced her gaze back to the monitor, only to see the figure lower itself to all fours and begin crawling¡ªits limbs twisting and contorting with sharp, jerky motions. Clara¡¯s heart thudded harder, her fingers hovering over the microphone button. ¡°You¡­ you need to leave,¡± she said again, but her voice cracked. A chill crept over her, a strange, oppressive feeling like ice pressing on her skin. ¡°Security, there¡¯s still someone in the park,¡± she called into the intercom, trying to keep her voice steady. ¡°Can someone come with me? This gives me the creeps.¡± Silence crackled back at her, broken only by static. The figure was nowhere to be seen now, having crawled out of frame. Clara flipped through the camera feeds, her Exhale quickening as she scanned every dark corner of the park, hoping the figure had disappeared. But when she switched to the camera by the exit, she screamed. A face¡ªpale, angular, and twisted¡ªstared directly into the lens. Hollowblackeyes bored into hers, and a snarl stretched across its face, revealing sharp, needle-like teeth sicklyblack. The beings mouth widened slowly, unnaturally, as if relishing her terror. It tilted its head, and Clara felt it¡ªa deep, malicious curiosity, as though it were inspecting its prey. Clara scrambled back from the monitor, her chair tipping over as she hit the floor. Her colleagues rushed to her, faces pale with confusion and concern, but she couldn¡¯t stop babbling, her words a frantic tangle of fear. ¡°There was¡­ there was something there! It was right there, watching me!¡± They pulled up the footage the next day. Frame after frame flickered on the screen, showing nothing but an empty park. At home with her roommates watching a movie downstairs, Clara looked at the footage again, There was indeed nothing there. But Clara wouldnt give up, she refused to believe that she was imagining things. Clara looked closely when she saw a footage where the bushes were moving, Claras eyes were locked to the screen, could this be the moment that she needed to prove shes not going mad? Yes ! its that creature, Clara wanted to save the footage Wait.. this is not the footage of the amusement park.. Clara became frightened, this is inside her yard, the creature was crawling near the shared swimming pool, Its climbing on the pipe comimg towards her window.. Clara screamed and ran downstairs her friends were just sitting and noticed Clara closing the windows frantically. securing the living room. ¡°Clara whats up with you?¡± Daisy asked. ¡°Dont go outside ! Something followed me here¡± Clara said. Daisy looked at Clara and she was white as chalk, Daisy and the other roommates took her serious and all grabbed sticks and kitchen knives to defend themselves with, Daisy came back from her room holding her concealed gun with her. If the stalker enters their house hell be in for a suprise. They are not easy targets. Daisy kept Clara calm holding her and the other women were keeping watch for any weird sound. ¡°The police will be on their way¡± Its going to be all right¡± Daisy said, ¡°If the stalker is gone, we need to show the footage to the police okay? ¡± Daisy said and Clara nodded. With a heavy heart Clara tried to look for the being with Daisy, they looked at the camera footage, but there was nothing. ¡°No, No It can¡¯t be! ive seen It, that creature it was at the amusement park and it followed me home¡± Clara said beginning to cry and she cried louder when a knock was heard at the door, Daisy and the others looked through the peekhole, there were two officers and Clara told them what happened. The police scribbled the description of the being down and asked her where she saw him. Clara mentioned she saw it in the survailence camera.. but she slowly starts to wonder if she was just seeing things. Officer Silvermannasked Clara to sit down in the living room for a chat while his officers were talking to the roommates, ¡°Clara I don¡¯t think you are just seeing things Officer Silvermann said, ¡°No?¡± Clara asked suprised. ¡°I believe you,¡± he said softly. ¡°You¡¯ve seen something real, something that shouldn¡¯t exist in our world. Just remember: if you ever feel its presence, don¡¯t engage.¡± Officer Silvermann said. ¡°H.. how do you know about these creatures.. ? ¡± Clara asked. ¡°My grand mother dealt with these entities before, and so did I¡± ¡°Why did it come after me¡±? Clara asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know for sure Clara, but they choose their targets, and other people around you will not notice a thing. It makes it easier for these beings to single you out¡± Silverman said. ¡±So that¡¯s why it disappeared from the camera¡± Clara said to herself. ¡±But why? What have I done ? I must have provoked it unintentionally ¡° Clara said. ¡°You must have been too close to their territory, they hate that and it¡¯s the main reason why it leaves the forest¡± Silverman added. ¡± I haven¡¯t been to the forest¡± Clara said, ¡° Only to the park¡± ¡°Did you drive passed the fairy rings?¡± He asked. ¡°Fairy rings..?¡± Clara wondered. ¡°These fairy rings marks their territory, It looks like white mushrooms in a large circle, If you step into those you provoke these beings¡± Officer Silvermann said. Clara remembered looking at those only and touched the mushrooms but she never stepped in them, ¡°What can I do to stay safe?¡± Clara asked. ¡°There is nothing can do, but you can only keep them at bay long enough to escape¡± Silvermann spoke. ¡°With this.. Its Rosemary.. keep Rosemary in your house¡± The Officersaid handing over a bracelet. ¡°Stay safe.. and stay away from these rings.¡± Silvermann said. Clara only nodded holding onto the Rosemary bracelet. ¡°Thank you, ¡± Clara said. ¡°Officer Im scared..¡± Clara said and both looked up when they heard a howl in the distance... Nobody else seems to hear it but both knew they are not alone. ? ? ? ? ? ? ?