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It wasn't just another cliche ghost story and camping

Submitted to Contest #64

In a summertime afternoon, 5 friends were getting ready for their yearly camping trip for they became friends even after the closure of their school camp. They were all interested in each other for they all have traits that befit one another and they became close like father and daughter. A trip that once was enjoyable will soon be a nightmare of confusion, betrayal and riddles. Their friendship was confronted by a series of trust and faith. Will they succeed in this situation or will they rot in their regrets? Read to find out. Chapter 1:...

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A New Muse

Submitted to Contest #64

As a phantom, it is rather hard to find satisfying ways to waste one’s days. I spent the entirety of the 60s and 70s learning to dance. Jazz, tap, disco, Irish, rumba, cha cha, foxtrot, waltz, polka, swing. You can tell how desperate I was insisting on learning all those partner dances despite not finding a fellow ghost I would’ve been willing to partner with. As the 80s were consumed by crochet, the 90s were exhausted by my fleeting love for bird watching. God, the 90s were wretched. What a waste of a decade! Now, however many years later,...

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I know who committed the murder.

Submitted to Contest #64

  "I know who committed the murder," the detective announced with as much gravitas as he could muster. He held his head high and a smug expression crossed his face. The steady pour of the rain hammered at the windows of the manor house, and the lightning illuminated the stone gargoyles on the outside balustrade. It was the perfect atmosphere for a murder mystery revelation. The final scenes of all the best detective novels occurred in a gothic manor amidst a downpour, and his revelation would truly be one for the storybooks.   He h...

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When can a ghost catch a break around here?

Submitted to Contest #64

I am exhausted from haunting.It gets rather old.At first, it was enthralling––I’ll certainly admit to that. Perhaps not the inception, when my father butchered me in cold, agonizing blood because his auditory hallucinations advised him that I was possessed by a demon. Those memories are particularly distressing, and ones I shall choose not to elucidate; no amount of persuasion will convince me otherwise.Memories, locked. Check.But after that pleasant little episode, things became...interesting. Yes, I couldn’t leave the walls of the manor. A...

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Omelets, pancakes and family secrets

Submitted to Contest #64

“Secrets are things that are meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others,” Jane said as she almost floated through the early morning set at the barre. We were at dance class – something that my cousin, Jane, talked all of us Gilbert girls into about five years ago. She said it would be a “bonding moment.” My sister, Claire, Jane, her sister, Dana, our cousins, Lucy and Terra, my aunt Melinda, my mother, Ginny, my sister-in-law, Lora, her daughter, Megan, and myself all joined a beginner’s ballet class together. I loved to dance. The beg...

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The Story Of The Not So Scary Ghost

Submitted to Contest #64

It was 2 weeks before Halloween and everyone was excited to be celebrating Fall. The leaves were orange, red and yellow and some trees were already bare with their limbs showing. The spookiness of the park by the Harbor was helping everyone to get into the Halloween Spirit. The fog over the docks made the park look like a scene from a horror movie. There were two kids named Jenny and Nick. Nick was in 3rd grade and Jenny was in 6th grade. Jenny and Nick were brother and sister.On this day the two siblings were going to finally get the chan...

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Just In Case

Submitted to Contest #64

Every now and then, the little bulb that she plugged into the hallway, to serve as a night light, would flicker. Silvie wondered if there was a short in the socket, or something wrong in the wiring of the light, and it made her nervous.  She had always had fears of an electrical fire, ever since her neighbors’ house burned down one night when she was younger.  They said it was from the faulty wiring of a bedside lamp upstairs in their old farmstead.  They had used the lamp for many years, but the cord loosened and warped over ...

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Jessica Ryan: Seymour Real Estate

Submitted to Contest #64

Jessica Ryan rested her head on the dash, taking several deep breaths as she practiced. “Calm, calm, calm. I am calm.” She chanted. The Hammersmiths were something of a mystery to the town. Jeffery Hammersmith was hired as the funeral director of the town by the Mayor. He was bright-eyed and handsome, which was odd for such a macabre profession. From rumors, he was also married and with two kids. Two little girls, actually. And they had a live-in maid, one of them had to be loaded. Jessica adjusted her hair, patted both cheeks, then slipped ...

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Financially Yours

Submitted to Contest #64

Dearly Detested,I write this letter to thank you for saving me from the fire. Hopefully, the ship that carries it will be overtaken by pirates and you never receive this proof of my abysmal humiliation. The Dean says I must thank you, because that’s what people are bound to when they’re saved from a fire. No matter that I would rather have gone down in flames than be saved by your ridiculous, arrogant, infuriating self.My report card is on the line. So here we are.You denied me my destiny, you dumb, square-jawed, dark-eyed, beautiful gobermo...

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Good Riddance

Submitted to Contest #64

The body lay face down on the floor, blood pooling from a large gash in the back of his head. “What are we going to do with him Grandma? You didn’t have to hit him that hard.” “I’m fed up with him pestering us for the rent when we cannot afford it. I lost my temper and my Golden Knitting Trophy from the Women’s Guild, was handy, so I hit him over the head with it. Is he dead?” “Yes, of course he is, you killed him outright. Now what on earth are we going to do with him?” Maria turned to her husband Frank. “Come on Frank, you come up with som...

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The Invisible Anklets

Submitted to Contest #64

“ chum, chum ...chum, chum” the sound of anklet bells could be heard distinctly. I opened my eyes to see the alarm clock on my bedside showing half past midnight. I thought may be it was my imagination playing tricks , the after effect of a horror story which I read in a off beat magazine bought few days back. An eerie silence followed. I wrapped my comforter more closely , shut my eyes tight and tried to sleep. “ Hello, good morning. Time to wake up and get ready”, came the polite instructions from my roommate Asha, who wa...

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the Ghoths

Submitted to Contest #64

“Tourists,” I grit the words between puffs of smoke. Even though it’s pitch black out, there’s a family giggling and taking pictures next to the statue in the park. Here I thought we’d be alone.“You’re a tourist,” Ricky reminds me, laughing. I lean in through the driver’s window, stretching the seams of my jacket, and glare at him. He ignores me, the way he always does, too focused on the babe lounging in the back seat. His words, not mine. To me, she’s always just been Gretch. Gretch the grouch. It’s the kind of nickname only I ca...

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Alone.

Submitted to Contest #64

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter.. It was a crisp morning, soft rain awakened the greenery. Snow sprinkled the moorland like fallen angels. Colors of oranges and reds streaked the sky.The few street lights that were still on flickered out as natural light took its place. The road stretched for miles upon miles, wildlife disturbed by thick smoke pummeling from the car engine.The soft lull of it all took a part in her tiredness, and she leaned her head against the fogged glass of her window. She risked a quick glance at her father, whose face was ...

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The Witch of Ardee City

Submitted to Contest #64

Christmas is to the west what Diwali is for the east. The festival involves lighting up your house as extravagantly as possible. People visit each other. Gifts are exchanged, laughter is shared. But in addition to this, almost all Indian families have an internal Diwali ritual which they consider different from other Indian families. So did mine. During my childhood days, on the night of Diwali my parents would give me a box of sweets and instruct me to deliver it to the household with the best lighting in the tower. I would often spend...

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He Is Ours

Submitted to Contest #64

 He entered the living room painted peach in color and with a brown color sofa set. He just remembered that he forgot his mobile phone in his room. He calmly sat on the sofa and called his sister, "Julia, can you listen to me...hey! I am here....can you go up and fetch my phone, I have a very important call" he pretended to have a call on the telephone which was settled on beside table. "okay! If I get that phone call of yours wrong " she added with a threat "I will kick you out of the house". She brought his phone and saw him calmly si...

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