It started with cliche horror-movie foreshadowing: A perpetual night owl and avid taurus, my mother would tell us each morning over breakfast about strange, midnight happenings: Please attempt to secure permission from the authors before posting, narrating, or sharing a story elsewhere.
Buried deep in the mountains of Montana, the house was surrounded by trees, packed together so dense that they blanketed off sunlight and sound.
Moose lived there, bears and mountain lions, too. If the formatting is off, report the post and mods will address it. And, truthfully, I don t believe in ghosts am I. I went back to my room, and the laughter sprung up again, the voices, whispers. If you are unsure whether or not your story meets the guidelines, feel free to message the mods with a draft preferably in a google doc before posting.
We lit every candle in the house. When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me the woods belonged to the forest trolls, beasts with mud-caked hair and cracked skin, and I believed her for way longer than I should have.
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This was the same dog kennel that previously had sat about 30 feet from the house, down by the gate. But those were all things easily explained: Convinced that my sister was home — and had brought along her entire 7th grade class — I flung open the door, to nothing.
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Not because I believed in ghosts, but because I wanted to be somewhere harmless, sterile, and safe. Report all comments that violate these rules.
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My sister apologized to the ghost. What we found was a heavy dog kennel, which appeared to have been thrown violently through our glass front door. Any violation of these rules will be met with appropriate discipline. There were no cars. It also means your comment should have or make a point. Past them was bearded Bob, who hunted and stripped elk of their skin, and shot the lions who crept too close to his menagerie of wild peacocks.
Perhaps the house could sense the anger, the nervous, raging hormones coursing through its two teenage residents. Your submission must be a story.Lyrics to "I Don't Believe In Ghosts" song by Duncan Sheik: Here and there Haunting my closets and drawers My evermore Now and then Forgetting that every thing.
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