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Write about a mysterious figure in one’s neighborhood.

Posted in Horror on Oct 26, 2022

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Help Wanted

Submitted to Contest #102

Two dogs, barking incessantly at every neighbor passing by their respective black wrought iron fences, drove me insane. My faded blue front door creaked on its rusty hinges as I stepped out onto my front stoop. The faded concrete steps, which led down to the street, were tinged green and had chips in various places. “Shut up you stupid mongrels!” They both turned their muzzles toward me and continued barking while drool flew from the mouth of the large black one. The short brown and grey miki’s body flew into the air and back toward the grou...

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Tricky Twins

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The day both brothers were born was not a regular one, it was a tricky day for their mother; in fact, she didn’t see it coming… Their biological father met their mother at a party long ago; a party in which alcohol was the official drink and drugs were the official food. You know, the kind of party people who lack self-love or parents’ love attend; empty hearts willing to fill their souls’ hole with whatever is at hand. This kind of party is teens’ favorite. Nevertheless, these wild parties only have an obvious result: to maintain their s...

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Fear the hoodie

Submitted to Contest #102

A typical Californian Suburban neighborhood was filled with the usual merriment as July weekend rolled around. Sparklers in every hand and sprites in the adults. It was the American dream and now one notice the stranger. The person who stood out of place. Watching. Waiting. The only one who even noticed him was little Suzie Green. She had noticed the man an hour ago. First the man had been in her best friend Angelica’s house. Then he had been at old man Cook’s yard, blending into the crowd. The odd thing was never once did he take off his fa...

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Once bitten, twice camera shy

Submitted to Contest #102

Our neighbourhood was a rarity in the modern world. In an era where people hid from their neighbours, and had more virtual friends than physical ones, our neighbourhood remained tight.Partially it was because of my mom and dad. When they had newly arrived as immigrants, they set on a carefully constructed campaign to win over neighbours.They threw huge Halloween parties, hung lights for every holiday and festival, and sent me -back when I was cute, mind you- to all our neighbours' houses with an armful of gift baskets.So as the years passed,...

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The Light Sleeper

Submitted to Contest #102

 It was boring! A boring evening as usual! Nothing was interesting after that long working day full of arguments and fights, which negatively affected my temper. I laid down on the bed stretching my arms reaching the old wooden bed back; my shoulder clicked announcing the urge of joining a yoga class, but actually, instead of moving, I closed my eyes for a moment, or that what I thought. A moment.My brain had dipped into sleep, but I didn’t feel that I was actually sleeping; people who knew me, knew quite well that I was a light sleep p...

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The woman under the streetlight

Submitted to Contest #102

“Please don’t do it! Please, I am begging you. I said I am sorry. I know it was my fault but we can make it even. If we try we can talk it out. Listen to me, Maria. Noo! Maria!” I screamed as I saw the bewildered woman jump from the tenth floor of our apartment in front of my naked eyes.  Her cold stare, honey melted eyes found me sitting upright clutching the cotton sheets staring at the old town clock with both its hands striking at twelve.  It was a dream.  The glittering splotches in the sky saw me puffing against the he...

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BIRD AND RIVER

Shortlisted for Contest #102 ⭐️

Each evening, the old woman put a box on her doorstep. The next morning, the box was gone.Gene and Cynthia watched from the attic window, because the attic was really the only place with a broad view of the neighbor’s property. The silver sky faded to black as night set in, shadows sprawling across the overgrown grass and weed infested sidewalk.“Do you think she’s a spy?” Gene asked Cynthia, squinting his face so that his freckles bunched up inside his cheeks. One of his glasses, perched precariously on his nose, had a crack from the last ti...

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Nightly Walking

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Sometimes I have trouble falling to sleep. Just lying in my bed tossing and turning hoping that sleep will come soon. But it seems I can never find the slumber I want. Just closing my eyes and lying-in bed but nothing happens. Not even a drift. I hit bed usually by 10:30pm. I even take a sleeping pill every night to fall asleep. Not even that helps. I do this all the time like it is a common part of my routine. I did find that going outdoors and walking around the neighborhood helps. My neighborhood is about a mile long. My neighborhood...

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The Gray Green House Just Down the Street

Submitted to Contest #102

They say it’s haunted—the gray green house just down the street. For thirty-two years I’ve watched that house. We all have—my grandmother, my mother, and me. We have seen families and bachelors, divorcees and old maids, first loves and broken hearts all enter the gray green house just down the street. They enter ignorantly, but they leave…changed. They leave haunted.The Cohen family—that poor man Jasper and his frail wife Amelia—they didn’t last but a week. They moved into the cursed house on the night of the twelfth, with absolutely no rega...

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Someday...

Submitted to Contest #102

“Howdy ya do, partner?” said the old homeless man off the side of the road.“I’m fine, thank you. Now scram. You disgust me.” Said the twenty five year old billionaire sitting in his very own special limo.“Can I please have one small donation? I am very poor and could really use just a dollar. “Not in a million years. Now please go away and deal with your terrible life.” He said as he drove away, rolling up his window while putting his five hundred dollar sunglasses on his tan face.I walked off the road and sat down next to my black...

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Beyond the Edge of Town

Submitted to Contest #102

I escaped my untimely death by enrolling as a ghost in Limbo land. The initial contract requires four hauntings per month with time-off-in-lieu for exceeding client expectations. Given the workload, I’m looking forward to earthbound excursions and opportunities to tease my old schoolmates.    “So,” you say, “Limbo land doesn’t sound unbearable?”    Existing between two worlds is better than the alternative, but it’s not very exciting. Now I appreciate why ghosts are characterised by mournful wailing, it’s out of...

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Foggy Meadows

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Foggy Meadows It’s hard coming to a small town. At least, that’s what I’ve heard people say. I can’t speak any truth to the saying since I’ve lived my whole life in Foggy Meadows. As far as tiny towns in Rhode Island go, it’s probably the tiniest. It’s known for one thing: fishing. I’ve fished here with my father my entire life. A solid seventeen years. We raise a garden and catch our food, so there’s never really been a need to leave. We go to Foggy Meadow’s pitiful market three times a week to sell what we catch. In matters of actual U....

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Reflection

Submitted to Contest #102

I tightly held my mum’s hand and lead her to my room. The lights had gone off and the dark always scared me. Every tick of the clock would make my heartbeat even faster. It felt like every second it got darker and darker. The bedroom was just tidy enough to show that I cared about the space and just messy enough to show that I was able to let her creativity roam free. My mum gently tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead.“Mumma, can you sing a lullaby for me?”“A lullaby? Aren’t you a bit too old for those?”“No, please?”The lullaby w...

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Fat Head

Submitted to Contest #102

(Author's note: I have decided to use my real name after this story, since I have now reached fifty stories on this page. xox) My house is at the end of the street, really a cul-de-sac, so when I used to play outside we were surrounded by all of those neighbours we knew for years, and the kids were all the ones who lived around there and knew each other. It was perfect for all of us and then it was not. It all got ruined and I better tell someone why it happened (why I am telling you, I do not know, but…) So, it was a cul-de-sac for all of...

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The Lost One

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Frightened. That’s the only thing Amelia could feel as her tired eyes looked outside her wet, rain-tapped window to the old apartment building across the street and saw once again that familiar yellow light from the sixth-floor switch on. Soon enough, a dark, enigmatic shadow arose against it. A shadow that the past week had Amelia feeling paralyzed with fear. Every night, as the pale crescent moon rose above the sky and the world fell quiet, it would switch the light on and just sit there looking at her, not moving, not doing anything els...

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