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I crept up the creaky stairs toward my apartment door. Walking on silent feet across the torn and yellowed carpet of the stairs. The hallway reeked of cigarettes and burnt foil. The scent became stronger as I passed certain doors. It burned my nose and I tried not to inhale too deeply, creeping up to my door. I rested my hand on the gold doorknob of apartment twenty-one. The door was so thin it hardly offered pr...
Stella Armstrong stood at the side of a bridge, looking over the edge. Her fingers gripped the thick chain link so hard her knuckles turned white and she could feel the metal cutting into her hands. She stood there with the stillness of an animal. Staring at the cars rushing below her. She currently stood over a bridge that went over interstate forty. The drop must be at least seven stories high. Maybe more, she...
I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me. A guy around my age jogged up to me with a beer and popped the cap off. “Here!” He shoved the drink into my hands. The bottle was ice cold, chilling my hands thoroughly it was almost difficult to hold. I tipped it up to my mouth, wasting no time and took a drink. “Come on! You guys are behind!” The guy that brought me the beer shouted at me, grabbing my...
“I summon thee Satan. Reveal yourself to me. Come to me in your physical form. I summon thee Satan. Reveal yourself to me. Come to me in your physical form.” I whispered the words over and over into the air. Into the world beyond. My words only interrupted to sniff back the blood crusting under my nose. My jaw and teeth are aching and my body is trembling with restraint. I’m needed in the field. I need to go to the field...
Sean Pedalton sat in his multi million dollar mansion. He threw one leg over the side of his perfectly clean white chairs. He scanned the room and scowled at it. He thought it looked more like a movie set than a home. At this moment he couldn’t remember why he had let his agent and everyone else talk him into buying a house in LA. He had to admit the view was beautiful but he much preferred living under the cloudy skies ...
This story is about the act of stalking. Nothing graphic or violent happens! Thank you for reading! June 25th Dear Ezra, First- I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to write to you again. I promise I didn’t forget about you. I’ve been so busy and things have been so crazy. I made sure I had time to write to you today though. It’s important. I put the date at the top. Do you remember what day that is? It’s our three...
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