She lay there in black satin sheets, her milky white skin a stark contrast against them. Her face was turned towards the open window, the curtains billowing in the slight breeze, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Music played low in the backround, so soft the words could not be deciphered. A hot salty… Continue reading Another bad story.
Author: Witch
I am a teenage girl who is often sorrowful and depressed. To relinquish myself, I write dark fantasy. I am obsessed however, with fae, and magick. (I'm Wiccan.) I'm also obsessed with Tori Amos and sometimes I like to listen to Sarah McLachlan depending
Is it a ghost that makes the hair on your neck stand up, and give you chills?
The pink gauzy curtains billowed as the breeze sailed in through the open window on the third story of the mansion. She was there- but then again, she was always there, singing her song, and staring down at the ground below. Something about a man coming to carry her off. They were always afraid she’d… Continue reading Is it a ghost that makes the hair on your neck stand up, and give you chills?