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A little ghost story i wrote for halloween a few years back that has been gaining dust on my hard drive. "watch it move, watch it learn, watch it do its little dance across the floor." "i'm not sure i would call it a dance," triss commented.
The Promise 3 - To Her Friend
"apparently all ghosts hauv different abilities like ah've got water that can turn tae acid an' you hauv yer ball o' light."
The Promise 1 - To Her Family
Ya fuckin' ghost-faced cunt ahll fuckin' aaaaaargh!"
I Dreamed of Fire 7 - Tomorrow Is Another Day
James swung out his scissors by a deep-bred instinct as he stared upon the burning ghost wielding two pieces of the chopper's rotor, his lone single eye shivering with sorrow.
The cutie mark that couldn't be seen
Maybe a ghost ?" she offered, refencing to the stallion's already ghostly white coat. but dream whisper didn't even flinched at the teasing. "nope. sorry but tonight is a special night for me.
Haunted house
All this for a dare, for me to disprove that ghosts exist. "they are not real...they are not," i mutter to myself before opening the door, trying to still my racing heart. it opens, of course no one bothered locking it.
FnaJ 2 (part 3)
Night 3 12:00 A.M. \*Ring\* \*ring\* "I hope this is recording... Alright, stop being afraid of SpringJack! I'm telling ya that he is perfectly safe! And with the help of my assistant here I will show you all just how to use it and how safe it is......
A True Ghost Story
At first, munin seemed like he didn't know much about ghosts, but he began to remember more and more with each visit. i eventually learned that he used to hunt ghosts for a living. "how do you hunt a ghost?"
a skin-walker for a sex slave pt 2
you guys will never guess ... I'm still alive... after i woke up... sitting there in silence... feeling numb knowing what had happend knowing it was real... i sat there empty quiet... alone it seemed like forever... i ran to my computer to...
Chapter 3: Lilycove
An orderly fashion -, then run down to my basement and open up my walk-in wine cellar -yes, i have a wine cellar, and no, it's not expensive, old wine... yet-, pulled out a bottle of '87 chauvignon blanc, to reveal a hidden compartment which contains my ghost
“The Tale of Willy-The-Wisp” As told to me by my Great Grandfather.
Sadly i can barely remember the majorities for i didn't quiet understand them, but this one story perked my interested because i was really into ghost stories at that age!
Moonlit in Fog
That had been when one of the shapes living in the ghosts had taken control. some ghost in its fear, however, had found a way to hurt the solid. it fled the ghost, and the ghost had fallen lifeless. i had felt vaguely saddened.