The clock struck twelve and everyone was in bed. The house was silent, with only the sound of the ticking clock filling the rooms. Footsteps started to echo through the hall, growing louder and more frenzied. A ghostly figure appeared at the end of the corridor, its white gown fluttering in the darkness.
A piercing scream shattered the calm. It was only when the lights flickered on that the terrified family saw the prankster behind the ghostly apparition.
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Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
I have a blog at emilieturner.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!
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The Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Amber eyes stared deep into my own hazel eyes, burrowing deep into my soul. My hand brushed the broken mirror, enraptured by the sight in front of me. The girl in the mirror was beautiful, elegant and perfect. She was everything I wished I could be.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
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