Mara Edwards
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I have published four or five new stories that are all challenge entries! Would love for you to read!
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The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 12. Content Warning.
Jack's flashlight beam cut through the stifling darkness of the records room, a narrow column of light sweeping across cobweb-draped shelves and stacks of yellowing parchment. He coughed as dust motes danced in the air, disturbed after decades of stagnation. The stench of mold and decay clawed at his nostrils, but it was the hunger for hidden truths that tightened his chest more than the musty air.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 11
The flickering flames of the campfire cast an eerie glow on their resolute faces as they huddled together in the makeshift base camp. The chill of the abandoned asylum seeped through the walls, a stark reminder of the horrors they had just witnessed. Each member of the team was etched with a sense of urgency that transcended fear; the shocking events that closed the previous chapter of their ordeal had galvanized them into action.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 10. Content Warning.
"East wing?" Luke's voice cut through the dimness, not waiting for a response before he strode off in that direction. Alice hurried after him, her flashlight beam dancing over peeling paint and cracked tiles.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 9. Content Warning.
The moldy stench of decay wafted from the gaping maw of the asylum's heart, a foreboding welcome as the team huddled at the threshold. A symphony of creaks and groans serenaded their arrival, the building itself seeming to recoil at the intrusion. Jack's jaw clenched, a steely resolve in his eyes that belied the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 8. Content Warning.
The flickering light from the overhead lamp cast an erratic glow over the worn pages of Dr. Blackwood's journal as Jack Thorne leaned closer, his eyes tracing every line of the cryptic handwriting. The reception area of the asylum was shrouded in silence, save for the occasional distant echo of a door creaking on its hinges—a haunting reminder of the institution's unsettling atmosphere. Around Jack, stacks of research materials teetered precariously, a chaotic archive of the asylum's dark secrets.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The corridor stretched before them, a cavernous maw of peeling paint and haunting shadows. Each footfall of the team echoed back to them, amplified by the desolation of the abandoned asylum. The beams from their flashlights danced over the walls, briefly illuminating graffiti of despair left by previous, less intrepid visitors. They moved with the quiet coordination of fatigue, their bodies weighed down by the gravity of unseen presences that seemed to cling to the very air.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 6. Content Warning.
Luke's hand pushed open the creaking door to the records room, a gust of stale air greeting him and Alice as they stepped over the threshold. The beam of his flashlight cut through the suffocating darkness, flickering across walls that bore the stains of neglect. Cobwebs clung desperately to the corners, and the musty scent of decay filled their nostrils.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 5. Content Warning.
Mark's hand pressed against the cold metal door, pushing it open with an ominous creak that seemed to echo endlessly through the desolate corridors of the abandoned asylum. Sarah, close behind him, clutched her flashlight like a lifeline, the beam trembling slightly as it cut through the pitch black that enveloped them.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 4. Content Warning.
The beam of Jack's flashlight trembled slightly as he pushed open the heavy wooden door to the administrative offices of the asylum. It groaned on its rusted hinges, protesting the invasion after years of undisturbed silence. Emma followed closely behind him, her own light a steady presence that chased away the deeper shadows.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 3. Content Warning.
Jack clutched the worn map of the asylum, the paper crackling under his fingers as he spread it across the dust-covered reception desk. The air was thick with anticipation, each breath a visible puff in the chill that had settled over the abandoned hall. His team, clad in dark jackets bristling with pockets for gear, clustered around him like moths to a dim flame.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 2
The musty air grew denser as the team delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the old asylum, their footsteps a soft patter against the silence that seemed almost palpable. Shadows clung to the corners where the dim light of their flashlights failed to reach, and every so often, a draft would snake its way through the gaps in the boarded-up windows, carrying with it the stale scent of abandonment.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 1. Content Warning.
The heavy door groaned on its hinges as Jack Thorne stepped into the shadowy embrace of Blackwood Asylum. The silence of abandonment was palpable, broken only by the crisp tread of his team's footsteps that reverberated off the decaying walls. Flickers from their flashlights danced across peeling paint and discarded furniture, casting eerie shapes in the gloom.
By Mara Edwardsabout a year ago in Horror
