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Short Scary Stories

Rutzaba

Rutzaba

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arsiss said:
you guys make a story with these lines
i tried not to notice her at first, but then she kept reaching closer and closer.......
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she had a certain kind of attraction in her, her silver hair bouncing from the wind, her beautiful lips moving but not saying anything. Atleast nothing comprehensible... she moved forwards with a dancing movement, gliding around me as i gaped and marveled at her beauty. She was mine and i had to get closer. Of course there were people stopping me from achieving my love, they were furious at my triumph. I could hear them screaming, asking me not to go further, warning me of the dangers of the paths ahead, but i knew better. With every warning i heard my resolution became stronger. Before more time was lost i reached the beauty with my hand outstretched and dove in an attempt to grasp her. Strange was the feeling, strange was the feeling to touch her. As if the wind has been blown out of me, as if the earth has been removed from my feet. As if im drowning in the water, embracing death. It were only the splash of water that brought me back to my senses, the voice of my friends stronger and clearer. They were wailing perhaps, on someone's death, someone had fallen into the the waterfall, their friend perhaps and it was in that minute of realization it dawned upon me, it dawned upon me that the lady was no other than the angel of death, ever luring the innocent into its trap...
 
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Charlie Morgan of 23 Pentraven Drive had read about lucid dreaming on the internet. “Learn to control your dreams!” one website proclaimed. “Wake up… TO YOUR DREAMS.”

Charlie devoted himself to the idea. He kept a dream journal, lit scented candles, and set his alarm for odd hours of the night. Finally, after five days of dedication, Charlie had his first lucid dream.

He was lying on the ground in a dry desert. He could feel the sand beneath his body and the warmth of the sun’s rays. And there were ants. Thousands of small red ants crawling towards him. “Hey, I’m dreaming!”

Charlie started running, bouncing, and swimming through the sand. “This is fun!” Charlie thought. But the ants kept coming.

Charlie saw a tree off in the distance. In a single leap, he was next to it, and with two swift moves he had climbed it. There were ants on his legs.

Now Charlie was flying. Gliding above the sand and then tumbling down into it. The ants had covered his body. “Damn these ******* ants.”

Charlie saw a pool in the distance and bounded towards it. But of course, it was a mirage. And now the ants were biting. Nibbling into his skin with razor sharp teeth. “Damn. I’m ready to wake up now!” Charlie shouted to no one in particular.

The ants bit harder and deeper. Charlie could see bone. He shrieked in pain. No matter where he went, no matter how high he leapt, no matter how fast he ran, the ants were there. Nibbling.

There were no survivors at 23 Pentraven Drive the night of the fire.
 
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Rutzaba said:
she had a certain kind of attraction in her, her silver hair bouncing from the wind, her beautiful lips moving but not saying anything. Atleast nothing comprehensible... she moved forwards with a dancing movement, gliding around me as i gaped and marveled at her beauty. She was mine and i had to get closer. Of course there were people stopping me from achieving my love, they were furious at my triumph. I could hear them screaming, asking me not to go further, warning me of the dangers of the paths ahead, but i knew better. With every warning i heard my resolution became stronger. Before more time was lost i reached the beauty with my hand outstretched and dove in an attempt to grasp her. Strange was the feeling, strange was the feeling to touch her. As if the wind has been blown out of me, as if the earth has been removed from my feet. As if im drowning in the water, embracing death. It were only the splash of water that brought me back to my senses, the voice of my friends stronger and clearer. They were wailing perhaps, on someone's death, someone had fallen into the the waterfall, their friend perhaps and it was in that minute of realization it dawned upon me, it dawned upon me that the lady was no other than the angel of death, ever luring the innocent into its trap...
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Woah! You are really good! Keep writing! Would love to read more from you :)
 
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