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The flashlights illuminate our way as we walk towards the old carousel. No one has been in the old mall off of I-82 in years. People say that the old place is haunted. But I think they’re all being dramatic

The dust grows thicker the closer we get to the carousel. We can barely see two feet ahead of us. My heart begins to beat faster with every step I take. I glance left and right, afraid that something is going to jump out from the dark and grab me. ‘Calm down. It’s just a silly story Nana told you to scare you.’.

The dust breaks revealing the old carousel that brought many generations of the people in this town joy. I look at my surroundings and notice that the dust encircles the carousel like a barrier. ‘How odd.’.

“This is boring. Let’s go-”. “Why don’t you take a ride? You’ve come all this way.” I whip my head around searching for the source of the sounds. “Meredith? Is that you?” “Meredith is waiting for you Teddie. Why don’t you join her?” My heart rate speeds up dramatically. Sweat begins to run down my face as I feel tears well up in my eyes from fright. “This isn’t funny Meredith!” I yell to what seems like nothing.

A child-like giggle echoes throughout the empty mall as I spin in a circle out of fright.

Creak creak creak. The noise makes me freeze and turn my gaze to the carousel in front of me. A bright spotlight shines on the carousel as it turns with no operator. Broken music plays from the old speakers add to my fear.

The carousel finally stops turning and the light goes out. “Help…me…” a coarse and ragged voice emanates from the carousel. The light returns but is brighter than it was previously, it focuses on the horse right in front of me. My eyes adjust and my body breaks down as a guttural scream erupts from my body.

Strings were tied around Meredith’s wrists and they had been maneuvered into position that made her hands seem like they were holding the pole that connected the horse to the rest of the ride. A frilly pink dress took the place of her original clothing to illuminate the feeling of her being a young girl. Bows decorated her once straight, now curled, hair. Stockings adorned her legs and a pair of Mary Janes were on her feet. But her face was the worst of it. Her lips had been stretched to the point of a permanent smile and her eyelids had been sewn open so that she could never close them.

The light disappeared and the carousel began to spin again. But it spun faster with every turn it took. Soon it had become a blur and created a small gust of wind. I stood up and began to run away from the carousel as music began to play and echo. “Why are you running Teddie? Don’t you want to ride the carousel? Meredith has been waiting for you.” The voice calls out to me as I run as fast as I can to the exit. Shadowy tentacles begin to come after me as I reach the exit. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream just as the tentacles reach me. With a final leap I make it out of the abandoned mall.

I keep running to make sure that the shadows can’t reach me. When I finally stop to catch my breath I process everything that just happened. Tears begin to fall as I remember what happened to Meredith.

“Why did you leave Teddie? I thought you wanted to ride the carousel?” Alarm bells start to ring in my head as the voice begins to speak to me. I feel something cold wrap around my ankle and drag me. My head hits the ground and I fall unconscious.

TW: sensitive topics: death, blood, murder, suicide, quite detailed description of injury

About hundred years ago, in small village, which now lays forgotten and without name, lived a beautiful woman with her twin daughters, Anna and Antonia. The woman owned a huge farm, many animals and even a field. Nobody ever saw her working and yet the field was full or healthy crops, which were harvested always in the right time. There were rumors, not nice ones, woman didn't have a husband, which was unusual.

And people grown in a small isolated village didn't like unusual things. But they tolerated woman. Some did so because she always paid extra when buying something, some because of her appearance. She was exceptionally beautiful and many eyes turned towrds her when she went on walk. Very few went as far as trying to get her marry them, but that seemed to be impossible, she was happy with her two daughters and didn't need anybody else.

Alas, her happiness didn't last for too long. Shortly after the day of Twins' seventh birthday, she got sick. Sickness was deadly, her once beautiful chestnut colored hair dulled their color at first, then started falling out and didn't grow back. Her blue eyes started to fog up, until the woman was unable to see. Nobody helped her. People were scared, what if they get sick as well?

Poor mother waited for her death for nearly half a year, she ended up choking at her own blood. Twins showed up at village at night, bearing news of their newly deceased mother.

Fate can be cruel, and today, coincidence added up some of it's stored misfortune. First person to find Twins was drunk man, one of those who were enthralled by theird mothers beauty and wealth. He assumed that children were reason why their mother refused his proposal and he held a grudge against them. He offered to them to lead them into his house, that they can take care of Twins' dead mother in the morning. Sadly, that was definitely not his intention.

He led them into a cabin in the woods, not too far from village. It was not quick. He wanted revenge, he wanted to sweeten up his sour life. He began to approach the children, they knew something was not right, but they didn't notice until it was too late. He slowly approached them, he was unable to walk faster, he felt like ground underneath his feet was swaying.

He extended his hands towards the first one, Anne, who didn't have where to escape. His hands were dirty. He was biting his nails often and it was visible, they were jagged and skin around them teared apart. He went for eyes. One of the very few things children got after their father. Deep brown eyes were gouged out of the place they belonged at, blood spilling more and less, more and less, just as her little hearth pumped it up only to be wasted. He repeated the process with the second twin, feeling happiness, as if the thing he had just done was something wonderful.

He walked away from this crime, but he was found the next morning in the middle of muddy road yelling about monsters tearing him apart and laughing. Later on he confessed to murdering the children and was sent to... just Somewhere. Nobody talked about this, only in hushed whispers.

Bodies of Twins were buried next to the body of their mother, but months later, when people dug the graves up, buried was only one body. Perfectly preserved, as if it was a fresh corpse.

Adult body.

Everything is normal in this small town in New York, more or less. Okay, maybe there are a few weird things. Like the birds that take a little too long to fly away, the sunken eyes of tired hitchhikers, and the abandoned buildings around the area.

Oh yeah

There's also the group of kids who would begin to go missing.

One by one.

My current WIP, meant for ages 12+ idk how to describe it too well yet but think A Series of Unfortunate Events + Stranger Things + Welcome to Nightvale

elevator pitch me!!!!! tell me about ur projects!!!! hiiii

The Curious Mystery of the Vanishing Doll

"Auburn hair and eyes of Emerald green Sat atop the shelf, Regal and clean Catch her eye and blink you not She has you now, the fish is caught She has you now you will not sleep Come day or night you'll hear no peep. Try all you can to break this curse Banishment will make it worse for in the place you lay her down when you return she won't be found"

This is the only photo I have of Jolene, you can just make her out on my childhood bedroom shelf. She had ginger locks and wore a white and green dress with a matching hat and a folded parasol. I bought her when I was about eleven after falling completely under her spell a few months before in a tired gift shop. I saved up all my money, and finally, she was mine. Taking her home I kept her on my bedside table, undisturbed by her for several years. This was before the change. Out of the blue, something possessed to rearrange my room and she ended up on a shelf looming directly over my bed. From then on, nights were spent staring into her cold glass eyes. Transfixed to her like weeping angel; if to shut my eyes I was left exposed to her unbroken gaze. So disturbed by this, she was wrapped up in tissue and safely tucked away in an old shoe box to be left, all alone, in the loft. Only now she's vanished. The whole loft has been turned upside down in search of her, but. Nothing. She has strayed from that place. So tonight, when you settle down in your bed, just maybe you'll feel a certain cool gaze and the eerie feeling that you're being watched.

Where Both God And Satan Fear To Tread

Have you ever had that one creepy,abandoned building where you live?You know,that place you probably pass on the way to work or the store.Doesn't it give you curiosity?Don't you want to explore it?I did.I explored the local tunnels,of which I had thought to be devoid of life.I walked into the tunnel entrance,flashlight in hand.On the walls,numbers were scrawled where I thought I'd find bullshit like "Suck me off" or something.I disregarded it as just some druggie's shenanigans.As I walked deeper into the tunnels,the more numbers there were.At some spots,there were even claw marks,as if a rabid lion or something was turned loose in there.When I reached the end of the tunnel,I'd found a spiral staircase,leading down into the unknown.Stupidly,I ventured down the stairs,and into the rest of the tunnels.At this point I could have sworn I heard a hiss or something."Honey,I'm home!",I jokingly called.I wasn't scared of an old tunnel settling or whatever.I continued my exploration,finding a few odd papers that looked to be torn from a note book.Written on them,of course,was numbers.On one of the pages,however,there was the full alphabet,but the letters where numbered.I stood there for a minute or two,when I thought of something.I looked at some numbers on the wall next to me.

"9-20_12-21-18-11-19_23-8-5-18-5_2-15-20-8

_7-15-4_1-14-4_19-1-20-1-14_6-5-1-18_20-15

_20-18-5-1-4"

"It lurks where both God and Satin fear to tread"

As soon as my brain processed it,I was caught of guard a bit,but none the less,I continued.As I did,I kept hearing things,but I choked it up to be anxiety from the creepy message.Due to so many twists and turns,I had found myself lost,at a dead end.I tried going in a different direction,but I saw something or someone that stopped me dead in my tracks.A human-esque figure,down on all fours,with metallic claws,staring at me.I tried to sound tough,but all I could get out was a pathetic whine."What the...",I said.The person or thing suddenly stood up,on two legs,taking an attack stance.I tried to turn and run,but it pounced on me,pinning me down.It let out a god awful shriek and clawed my back,as I struggled to escape.I managed to roll over and kick the damn thing of me.It stumbled back,and I swiftly got back on my feet,able to run.Sprinting down seemingly endless halls,with that thing chasing me,I came across a latter,leading upwards.Wasting no time,I climbed up the latter as fast as I could,dropping my flashlight in the process.As I climbed,the creature followed.Once I reached the outside world,I slammed hatch to the tunnels closed,and ran,never looking back.At some point,I fell to my knees,gasping for my breath.Once I got my shit together,I went to the local hospital to get my wounds fixed up.Whilst the doctor stitched up the cuts,he questioned how I'd acquired such injuries.I gave him a half assed bear attack story.I was never going the admit what I saw,I knew I'd be thrown into the nut house.Never again will I explore abandoned places.Never again will I go where both God an Satan fear to tread.

Creepy thing #1. The dark bathroom.

For some context my bathroom is right outside my bedroom, so when you exit my room you’re looking right into the bathroom and have to take a left to get to my living room.

Now onto the story! 

When I was about 9 I was in my bedroom and heard my mom call me into our living room. I exited my room to go see what my mom need from me and saw my bathroom door was wide open. I stopped outside the door and stared into the bathroom for what appeared to be no reason. There was nothing there but an unnatural darkness the seemed to just consume any light that entered the small room. I stood outside the dark bathroom for a few minutes until I suddenly screamed. I ran to my mom in the living room, where she was sitting on the couch with my aunt, and told her what had happened. The thing that still confuses me to this day is that she told me she hadn’t called for me and she and my aunt hadn’t heard me scream. When I was heading back to my room I looked into the bathroom and it looked perfectly normal. I could see the faint outline of all the objects in the room unlike earlier when I could see nothing. I went back to my room and asked my sister ,who was in the room the whole time, if she had heard me scream but she hadn’t either. It confused me because I was right out side my bedroom and right next to the living room. No one heard me scream, no one noticed me pause. For everyone else I walked out of my room and then ran to the living room for no reason. 

Thinking about it now fills me with a dread but I don’t know why. Maybe something was in the bathroom and something in my mind was telling me to get away from it as fast as I could. I don’t know and I really don’t think I want to. 

Creepy thing #2. My snake mom dream.

A little context, I was about 4 and was forced to take a nap at my Pawpaw’s house. My mom and aunt were in the room over which is the kitchen while I was in the living room.

I’ve never had many dreams in my life. Most of the dreams I have had would and still do make no sense or even worse have ended right before I die. This particular dream was a very weird one that scared me when I was young but now it just makes me think, why?

In the dream I was in the car with my sister and mom. At first I was looking out of the window a saw what looked to be the side of a mountain. We were going up a mountain and for some reason I new we were going to a graveyard even without anyone saying anything. 

I stopped looking out the window and looked towards my mom to look out the front window and saw she had no skin on her body. Me being 4 imagined her just being weirdly pink. I was right behind the passenger side seat but already knew that her missing skin was in that seat. I wasn’t scare but instead felt as if this was just a chore that had to be done on a regular bases.

My mom had turned her head a bit to say something to me and my sister that I can’t remember at all, but what I do remember her getting cut off my a loud crashing noise from in front of the car. We looked at what had made the loud noise and found it to be what I can only describe at one of my moms previous skins. Oddly it was fully clothed and looked like just a clone of my mom just skinnier.

My mom stopped the car when she saw it and I looked to the other side window to see several other cars containing some of my other relatives. One of the vehicles had my Pawpaw, Mawmaw, and uncle in it. My uncle had his door open and his leg was hanging out as my Mawmaw yelled at him to get his leg back in the car and shut the door. It was honest to god the funniest part of that dream and I could totally see him doing that cause he was a teenager at that point in time and definitely had that type of personality.

Anyways, After I looked back at the living pile of skin I saw a light appear behind me and then woke up. I was scared shitless by that dream and immediately ran to the kitchen crying. I told my mom and aunt about the dream and they were so very confused. In the end I was to scared to go back to sleep and I just kind of sat in the kitchen with my mom and aunt and ate mac and cheese.

Creepy thing #3. In the dark.

Context time, my aunt lives right next to us in a movable trailer house. She normal comes over to eat at out house but at that time she had gotten home late and was to tired to to so.

My aunt had gotten home later then she normally would from work and was to tired to come get food from my house, so my mom made me and my sister go give her a burger for dinner. 

Me and my sister walked over to her house and my sister knocked on the door. I had appointed myself as look out to make sure no one snuck up on us. As I was looking around I looked into the area that lead into the backyard. It was night so I couldn’t really see anything in the dark passed from what was luminated by the light of my phone and any lights in the distance. 

As we were waiting for my aunt to answer the door I could have sworn I saw what looked to be to human figures standing in my backyard. I couldn’t tell if the were facing us or not cause they were just outside of the reach of my light source but I could defiantly see the outline. The two figure were standing in front of another light source from a neighbors back porch light so you could just make out the silhouettes.

When I saw then I froze up and luckily my aunt open her door and took the food from my sister. After the exchange my aunt closed the door and I started off back toward my front door, my sister in close pursuit. 

When we got in my sister asked me why I hurried into the house so fast and that’s when I told her what I had saw. She looked at me as if I was crazy, she has always said I was, and that it was all in my head. It probably was just in my head. Shadowy figure I see is always just in my head. Monsters don’t exist. I’m just losing my mind.

Creepy things #4. The face.

Context, like with my living room you can take a left to get to the kitchen but instead of taking another left you take a right, although if you take a right at my bathroom you get to my brothers room which at that point was just an empty room.

When I was about 12 or so I had gotten hungry. Normally when that happens I just go to my pantry or refrigerator to forge for food like the rat I truly am but this night was different. At that time I was still irrationally afraid of the dark and didn’t like walking past my very dark bathroom. I would always peak my head out of the room to check if it was safe to leave and then sprint to the kitchen. 

That night I was feeling much more confident the usual so I just planned on striding out of my room and into the kitchen but when I was at my door I stopped. I suddenly had a dreadful feeling fill my body and decided to poke my head out. I opened the door to my room at poked my head out just enough to look around. First I looked at the kitchen, all clear, bathroom, nothing in site, and just as I was feeling safe I turned my head to the right and saw a face. I was a large human face but I was to big to be human. It’s eyes were unnaturally big and took up most of the face along with a sinister smile that reached from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear. The thing had no nose and and pale white skin with clumps of gray hairs adorning its head.

When I was that inhuman creature I slammed the door to my bedroom shut so fast and so hard it should have woken everyone in the house. No one, not even my sister whom I share a room with, woke up. My sister is a relatively light sleeper and should have woken from the loud noise the door had made as it hit the wall or the loud scream that came from my mouth. 

It is very easy to say I quickly lost interest in going out of my room for any sort of sustenance that night and my hunger was replaced only by fear. Even just remembering this makes me oddly sick to my stomach or maybe it’s the fact I eat three hotdogs. Who knows?

Creepy Thing #5. The white figures.

I have seen figures in the corners of my eyes for years now. I have seen things that look like Slender Man while driving through forest, shadows in my bathroom that look like Eyeless Jack, or even things like in story #4. These figures have always have white on them either it be their bodies or an article of clothing. I have dubbed these this the white figures. The white figures send fear into my very being and soul. They make me feel unbelievable amounts of dread even with the fact that the color white it’s self has meanings of piece and harmony.

Along with the white figure I also see black figure that I call, you guessed it, black figures. These black figures are completely black with absolutely no colors. These are the figures I see most often now a days but they used to be less common. I used to fear them just like I did the white figures but now they are just a normal part of life. They do give me a startle sometimes but nothing to bad. The color black is normal associated with many bad things but the black figures I see almost feel homely sometime. like if I stopped seeing them something just wouldn’t be right.

As I’ve grown the white figures have become much, much less common and the black figure are just kind of there. Once I afraid of both but now I’ve gotten more used to them. What I find weird now is the fact that the black is what makes me feel safe and at home while the white sends me into a spiral of dread and fear. Everything about this is weird but I know in the end none of this is real. It’s all in my head.