The Bookshelf in the Forest

      I had never expected the woods to be this frightening, especially in the daytime. In the night I don't have to worry about seeing corpses hanging on the trees; blood dripping onto the moss below. At night, I sleep so hard I don't hear them screaming. The screaming is gone by the morning, they've run out of energy and air.     My hands tremble as I pluck raspberries from the bush. When I'm done plucking, my hands are covered in blood, and not just from the thorns pricking me. I oftentimes wash the berries so long that they completely break. Whenever this happens, I have to go back out and go through the whole agonizing process all over again.     I really shouldn't be scared anymore. I mean, it is my doing. Plus, there's not much else to do when you live in the middle of the woods, many miles from anyone else. My father was the first I killed. Then, people came through and knocked on my door to ask about the body, and I'm sure you know what happen...

John Jones had married Lucille thinking she could get his little family off of the ground. Instead, Lucille abused the children, spent all of her money before John and she married, bringing the family down further. She refused to sell her jewelry or clothing to help the family, and she would beat the children if they didn’t sell enough cookies each day. She would take away their food and sometimes make them sleep outside at night, even in the winter. John tried to stop her at first, but she manipulated him well, and John ended up being just as cruel as she was.  Lucille had met John three years after the war, he was in rough shape, and had hardly any money; so she decided to step in. She thought they’d care for her, thank her for all of her help. But the family did not, so she just harmed them all, three at a time. Although Hansel and Gretel were constantly filled with fear, they comforted each other. Lucille had a habit of beating Gretel, tearing her down. Hansel would d...

A cold wind rushed through the attic window. Rosemary was pushed to the floor, she had been in this attic for seven days now, she had counted. She wanted to go home, but at the same time, she didn’t. She was only eight years old. This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to anyone, let alone an eight-year-old. Yet, she had decided to push through. At that very moment, (One o’clock according to the watch she had found lying on the ground of the attic) she decided to find a way out. Reader, at this point in the story, you are most likely fairly confused. So, why don’t I give you some clarity? Roughly one week ago, young Rosemary Clarke was minding her business, exploring her town, as she usually did. Unlike most days, she found something interesting. A golden pocket watch, resting peacefully in the grass. Of course, pocket watches aren’t all that exciting, but, for some odd reason, Rosemary felt drawn to this pocket watch. So, she picked it up and opened it. She turned around the h...

    Willa Anderson grew up with her father and mother when she was very young. Her mother would tie her hair into braids and decorate them with flowers. She would wear flowy pastel dresses, blouses, and skirts in shades of green, blue, yellow, pink, and orange. Her nose and cheeks would get red from the sun in the summer and the cold in the winter. Everything seemed alright for young Willa Anderson. But, her father would tug the daisies out of her golden hair. He would take away the moisture from the moss in her eyes. Her face would go pale as if she were a corpse. Although life was hard for young Willa Anderson, she had her guardian angel in red. She had seen the angel many times when picking flowers, the angel made her feel safe. One day, she went home after picking flowers to find her mother murdered by her father, her father had shot himself. Willa was six.     She then went to live in an orphanage. Not much seemed to have changed; her hair still got tugged on, ...

Tales of Terror Ch. 6         It was still October 20th. Daphne had gone back to the mansion, but she didn't tell Fleura that she was going there. She had to check the back of the mansion again. Where she had found the letter, maybe there was more there. Why would someone put a letter at the back of the house instead of the mailbox? She approached the back, when she realized that there was a path about 6 feet away. She walked the full length of the path, only to discover that it led to the clearing where Casper and she would talk. She raced back to the mansion, something felt off.        Once Daphne got back to the mansion, she continued to walk clockwise around it, and then she discovered a small door about 4 feet off of the ground. She saw a ladder about 3 feet away from the door, and grabbed it to climb up to the door. She placed her hand on the door knob, only to discover it was locked. She grabbed her lock pick and unlocked the door. She...

Tales of Terror Ch. 5      Daphne couldn't stop wondering if Casper was alright. It was October 20th, and they had agreed to meet back in the forest. He said he wanted to talk. Daphne was nervous, she knew she would be telling him about the story; which could maybe ease things, but she really wasn't sure.       She sat down on a tree stump; shortly, Casper arrived.      "Look, I know you're probably mad at me, but I can explain." His hands quivered as he spoke.      "I can just tell you what I know about the story first; if that would help you stay calmer."      "Yeah, yeah, sure."      "Well, there was this story, about these girls at an all-girls, Catholic boarding school. One day several of the girls woke up, and everyone had vanished. This group of girls went looking for everyone, and then, the group started getting killed off. Then, there were only four of them. They got out,...

The Ones Who Never Returned      Once there were a group of girls who went to a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school. They woke up one day, only to discover that they couldn't find anyone. They checked everywhere, there was no sight of them. There were 15 of the girls searching. The next evening, they discovered one of them impaled on a spike of the fence that surrounded their school. The fence was tall, and locked. The girls were always locked in. This is when they realized that they had to find the key, no ladder in that school would be tall enough. There were now 14 girls.       The next evening, while the 14 were eating dinner, a girl died of poisoning. They now realized how bad it really was. They 1st to die hadn't killed herself, she had been murdered. They suspected each other. There were then 13.      3 more died the next day. Stabbed, hung, and shot. None of the remaining 10 knew who did it.      ...