Ayushi Mehra
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SISTER CALLING
It was past midnight, and the city was draped in silence. Matthew shuffled his way up the dark, narrow hallway to his small apartment, exhausted from a long shift. The faint glow from streetlights seeped through his window as he tossed his keys on the table and collapsed onto his bed, ready to escape into sleep. His eyelids were heavy, and as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, he felt his mind slipping into a familiar, comforting darkness.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
Unmasking the Night
As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the MASH BALL, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. The intricate silver gown shimmered under the lights of my bedroom, a perfect fit for a high-society event, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being forced into a world I didn’t quite belong to. My parents had insisted that I attend the ball, a lavish affair reserved for the elite teenagers of our city, and I couldn’t help but feel like an imposter.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Families
The Dark Script
The small town of Willow Creek had a peculiar reputation, especially regarding its high school. Crestwood High was known not only for its academic achievements but also for the unsettling rumors surrounding its annual school play. For generations, students whispered about the cursed script that had been handed down through the years, a play that was said to draw on the darkness of local legends and the very fabric of fear itself.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror's Gaze
It was an ordinary Friday afternoon when I stumbled upon the mirror in the school basement. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow that filtered through the grimy windows. I had been searching for a place to escape the chaos of the school halls, the constant chatter, and the cliques that seemed to close in around me. I found my way down the dimly lit staircase, drawn by the promise of solitude.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Echo of Locker 237
Crestwood High had always felt like a second home to me, but there was one part of the school that sent a shiver down my spine: the hallway near the abandoned section. Most students avoided it, but I often found myself drawn to its lingering mysteries. One dreary afternoon, as I walked past the rows of lockers, I noticed something peculiar at the far end of the hallway. A rusty metal locker stood alone, its number barely visible through layers of dust—237.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Yearbook
As I walked through the familiar halls of Westfield High, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. With graduation approaching, my friends and I—Jenna, Kyle, Lisa, and Mark—were buzzing with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming yearbook release. It was a cherished tradition, capturing the essence of each graduating class, but this year would turn out to be different than any of us expected.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
Shelves of Serendipity
The faint sound of pages turning and whispered conversations filled the air of the university library. It was my sanctuary, a quiet refuge where I could escape the chaos of college life. Nestled between the tall bookshelves and the warm glow of desk lamps, I found solace among the words of great authors and the weight of knowledge.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
Chords of Desire
As I stood in front of the vast window in my lavish bedroom, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. I should have felt grateful for my life, filled with luxury and privilege, but a heavy emptiness weighed on my chest. My name is Cassie Sinclair, and I come from a filthy rich family in the heart of the city.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
A Wedding to Remember
The sun was shining brightly over Maplewood as I adjusted my dress in the mirror. The soft fabric hugged my curves perfectly, but as I stared at my reflection, the beauty of the day felt lost on me. Today was supposed to be a celebration, but instead, it felt like a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. I took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm of emotions brewing inside me. It was my first love’s wedding day.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Confessions
Echoes of Despair
Willow Creek was a small town with an unsettling reputation, known for its eerie legends and the secrets that lay beneath its surface. At the center of it all stood Willow High, an old brick building with ivy crawling up its walls and creaking floors that echoed through its hallways. Among its students was Lily Morgan, the principal's daughter, a seemingly perfect girl with bright blue eyes and a bright smile. She was the star of the cheerleading team and everyone’s friend. But beneath her cheerful exterior lurked a darkness that no one could see.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Night Shift
I had always dreamed of becoming a nurse. Helping people, being the light in their darkest times—that was my calling. When I got the job at Havenbrook General, a quiet hospital on the outskirts of town, it seemed like a fresh start. It was an older building, built in the 1920s, and had a reputation for being... strange. But I didn’t think much of it. Old buildings come with old stories.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
