horror
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I sit alone in the corner of her room–untouched, neglected—humming in low tones. Memories of times when the stroke of Anna Mae’s fingers created music inside torment me. All the tantalizing melodies are gone though—all is gone—only this cold corner offers support. I know that the love was false, a ploy to pique his interest,…
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The sound is like an icy hand running down my spine, a painful wail that seems to come from both inside and outside of me. In my mind’s eye, I see her—deathly pale skin shining in the moonlight, eyes hollow and empty. Every night for months she has haunted my dreams, but I can’t understand…
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June 05, 1995 Clanton, AL Robert Brennan tossed and turned in his sleep, the already uncomfortable bed growing more unbearable with every nightmare. He saw himself holding a rifle in one hand—its barrel looking at his baby daughter, Sam’s innocent face. Right as the terrified father was about to pull the trigger, deep wailing echoed…
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