The Broken Writer
Bio
I'm the Broken Writer. Horror thrills me. My Stories makes YOU see what I SEE when I write. Please follow me here
Stories (51)
Filter by community
The Phantom of Ravenswood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the depths of the English countryside, where the mist clings to the earth like a shroud and the ancient oaks cast long shadows in the moonlight, there stands Ravenswood Manor, a somber estate steeped in history and shadow. Its towering spires and ivy-covered walls bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Phantom of Ravenswood Manor: Echoes of Sorrow.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Blackwood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the desolate countryside, where the moon's pale light casts eerie shadows upon the twisted branches of ancient trees, there stands Blackwood Manor, a looming presence cloaked in mystery and despair. Its weathered stone walls and crumbling towers bear witness to centuries of secrets and tragedy, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the lost. This is the tale of The Phantom of Blackwood Manor: Whispers of the Lost.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Thornfield Hall
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-shrouded moors, where the moon casts a ghostly glow upon the desolate landscape and the wind whispers secrets through the gnarled branches of ancient trees, there stands Thornfield Hall, a brooding mansion steeped in mystery and melancholy. Its towering turrets and ivy-clad walls bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the forgotten. This is the tale of The Phantom of Thornfield Hall: Echoes of the Forgotten.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Specter of Shadowbrook Hall
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the misty countryside, where the moon's silver light dances upon the rolling hills and the wind whispers through the ancient trees, there stands Shadowbrook Hall, a grand estate shrouded in mystery and melancholy. Its imposing facade and ivy-covered walls bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Specter of Shadowbrook Hall: Echoes of Desolation.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Wraithwood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the ancient forest, where the trees whisper secrets and the moon casts a pallid light upon the earth, there stands Wraithwood Manor, a dark and foreboding edifice cloaked in mystery and shadow. Its crumbling walls and ivy-covered towers bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the damned. This is the tale of The Phantom of Wraithwood Manor: Echoes of the Damned.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Ravenmoor Castle
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the misty moors of England, where the fog creeps like silent specters and the moon casts an ethereal glow upon the landscape, there stands Ravenmoor Castle, a solemn fortress cloaked in mystery and dread. Its ancient walls bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the forgotten. This is the tale of The Phantom of Ravenmoor Castle: Whispers of the Forgotten.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Curse of Whitewood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-shrouded English countryside, where the moon's pale light casts eerie shadows upon the gnarled trees, there stands Whitewood Manor, a majestic estate veiled in mystery and melancholy. Its ivy-covered walls and weathered façade bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its silent halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Curse of Whitewood Manor: Echoes of Despair.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Blackthorn Abbey
Act I: The Arrival In the depths of the English countryside, where the mist clings to the earth like a shroud and the ancient oaks cast long shadows in the moonlight, there stands Blackthorn Abbey, a solemn edifice steeped in history and shadow. Its towering spires and weathered stones bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Haunting of Blackthorn Abbey: Echoes from the Abyss.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Ravenswood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the moon casts its pallid light upon the rolling hills and the trees stand sentinel in the stillness of the night, there stands Ravenswood Manor, a grand estate steeped in mystery and shadow. Its ancient stones bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Phantom of Ravenswood Manor: Whispers in the Darkness.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Shadows of Harrowcroft Castle
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English moors, where the mist clings to the ground like a ghostly shroud and the wind howls mournfully through the trees, there stands Harrowcroft Castle, a fortress of stone and shadow. Its ancient walls bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrow, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Shadows of Harrowcroft Castle: Haunting Echoes.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Curse of Wychwood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the moon casts its silvery glow upon the ancient oaks and the night is alive with the sound of rustling leaves, there stands Wychwood Manor, a grand estate steeped in history and mystery. Its ivy-covered walls and imposing facade tell tales of bygone splendor, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Curse of Wychwood Manor: Whispers of the Past.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Specter of Ashbourne Hall
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the moon casts an ethereal glow upon the land and the trees sway to the rhythm of unseen forces, there stands Ashbourne Hall, a stately manor veiled in mystery and shadow. Its ancient stones bear witness to centuries of secrets and sorrows, its empty halls echoing with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Specter of Ashbourne Hall: Haunting Whispers.
By The Broken Writer2 years ago in Horror
