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THE SHADOW IN THE MIRROR. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Emma stood before the crumbling mansion, its towering spires reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. She shivered, despite the warmth of the summer evening. This was it, her inheritance from a great-aunt she'd never met. The lawyer's words echoed in her mind: "Your aunt's estate, Ravenswood Manor, has been waiting for you. As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was thick with dust and secrets. Emma's gaze wandered through the cobweb-covered halls, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She began to explore, room by room, uncovering signs of a life long past. In the attic, a mysterious mirror caught her eye. It was an ornate, antique piece, with carvings of strange symbols and a glass surface that seemed to ripple like water. Emma approached the mirror cautiously, feeling an inexplicable pull. As she peered into its depths, she saw her own reflection staring back... but something else lurked behind her, a shadowy presence that seemed to be watching her every move.
By shola successabout a year ago in Fiction
BEYOND THE SHADOWS. AI-Generated.
Lexi Thompson stood before the grand entrance of Ravenswood Manor, her heart racing with anticipation and trepidation. The once-majestic mansion loomed before her, its stone façade weathered to a moss-covered grey. Ivy crawled up the walls, as if trying to reclaim the estate for nature. As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was thick with the scent of old books, decay, and something else – a hint of smoke, long extinguished. Cobwebs clung to the chandeliers, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
By shola successabout a year ago in Fiction
Fishing Trip With Grandpa
It was only meant to be a fishing trip on the lake on the edge of town. Just him, his grandfather, and his younger brother. So far things had been pretty good. The three of them were sitting there watching their bobbers in the water. For a while nothing had happened. Alexander, his younger brother, was practically falling asleep as they watched. While his grandfather, Horace, was telling him about his week. How his neighbors had gotten a new German Shepard puppy. A seven- or eight-week-old one if Horace remembered what his neighbor had told him. He had stated,”It’s a cute dog, Wyatt. But they haven’t trained it properly.”
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Night
**The Shadow in the Night** In the quiet town of Elderville, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there was a legend whispered among the townsfolk. It spoke of a shadow that roamed the streets at night, elusive and mysterious, stirring both curiosity and fear. This shadow, known only as “The Phantom,” was said to be a guardian of sorts, appearing only when the town needed it most.
By Chiamaka Maclorita about a year ago in Fiction
Exit; Otis Manning
The rain suffocated the city like a heavy wet blanket that someone kept pouring more water on. The air hung with a dampness that seeped into every pore of the city. The sun had long ago given up on plowing through the clouds. It now only made half-hearted attempts at lighting the day.
By Kenneth Lawsonabout a year ago in Fiction
TALES OF CRIME AND FICTION.
Here's a thing about curiosity; it doesn't let you sleep at night! After meeting that unknown stranger on the street, my mind kept on thinking about him while I walked slowly to my house. I couldn't understand whether he wanted my help or wanted to help me. why was he so keen to help me? I didn't even know him. My mind was already perplexed with the case and then this queer meeting was a whole next level. I drank my Espresso, half busy in thought. Then all of a sudden I remembered, he said something about the case too: "If you want to put an end to your dead end, try visiting the forest once more, you might find something of your purpose". How in the whole wide world did he know about the case? Was he one of the people involved? he was a suspect now. My mind was so busy with these questions that I didn't realize when I was standing on the doorstep of my house.
By Shazia Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
'Til Death. Content Warning.
In all the scenarios my overactive imagination conjured, this was never one of them. I’ve had doomsday thoughts of a pedestrian bridge like this, but it always involved dark and stormy weather at dusk, or the middle of the night. Never a seventy-five-degree summer afternoon, without a cloud in the sky. This kind of day is reserved for the daydreams of grandeur surrounding a first kiss, or marriage proposal. But this is not that.
By Hannah Sharpe2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Laundromat
On the quiet corner of Elm Street, where the city's heartbeat softened to a murmur and time seemed to slow, there stood a laundromat like no other. Its neon sign flickered intermittently, casting an eerie glow on the worn linoleum floors and rows of humming washing machines. Locals whispered of strange occurrences—clothes that emerged from the wash mysteriously folded, missing socks that reappeared months later, and the occasional chilling whisper heard in the dead of night.
By jyothsna vivekaa2 years ago in Fiction
Part 4 . Content Warning.
Thelbe trudged through the cramped iron conduit that snaked through the underground darkness. The viscous liquid trickling from the pipe was a mystery, but its thickness suggested it bore no resemblance to water. He silently thanked his modified black leather boots. The several layers of protection he added prevented any seepage into his socks.
By Frank English2 years ago in Fiction
Death and Rain
Death and Rain D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery The outer rain bands arrived overnight as forecasted, and by dawn, water covered the streets of New Orleans. Reaching Lafayette Park, I parked where a patrol officer directed me. Before I exited the SUV, I slipped on nitrile gloves while my hands were dry, pulled the hood of my raincoat over my head, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the deluge.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
How I locked eyes with Al Capone “Scarface”
In the 1900s, Chicago was becoming a hotspot for the criminal organisation. One of the criminal organisations is The Chicago Outfit. Run by Godfather named “Alphonse Gabriel Capone” also known as Al Capone “Scarface”’. Al Capone was born in January 17, 1899, Brooklyn, New York, U.S. He was an American Prohibition-era gangster, who dominated organised crime in Chicago from 1925 to 1931 and became perhaps the most famous gangster in the United States. Under Capone's leadership, the Chicago Outfit became the most powerful criminal organisation in the country, with an estimated annual income of over $100 million.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
