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The Cemetery Grounds This wasn’t the normal chilly or dusty harmattan night of December that we all knew, because this particular night reeked of evil and had this sharp pungent taste of hatred to it. Its stench was so vile that if you concentrated hard enough, you just might actually taste it, and the
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THE EXCHANGE: I listened again and I heard the sound of his big boots scraping on the floor as he shuffled along, and each one of his tantalizing steps seems to go slower as he made his way to my door. I stared at the door in terror as I lay crumbled at the
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I had barely dumped my gardening equipment after my foray at the backyard, when I rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly washed my hands and legs, before I walked into my study, switched on the light, powered on my word processor, took a deep breath and began to write the last chapter of my
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It is easy, terribly easy to shake a man’s faith in himself. To take advantage of that and to break a man’s spirit, is the devil’s work. – George Bernard Shaw June 6th, 6.00 pm: Day Six of the attempted exorcism of Maria Concha. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Today the priest asked for the
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As I put my pen to paper for the sake of posterity, I began to hyper-ventilate and my hand began to quiver as the never forgotten terror befell me and the rushing faintness and horror consumed me completely. How many a weary and teary years has dragged by since that day when the horrible
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The initial terror that led to me fainting hadn’t passed yet, but the journalist in me was rearing up its ugly head and urging me to gather information and do something about my predicament. The only reason I am still alive is probably due to my fainting spell, which must have been misinterpreted for death
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What started as a celebration with a road trip filled with adventures and healing for we all became a series of macabre and sinister experience in the long run. It seemed like the perfect holiday till our gifts became a curse, it was a classical example of the devil giving with his left hand
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As lightening struck with blind fury, the rain continued beating persistently on the roof while the wind howled like a grieving mother. The windows are slamming against their frames, the single bulb in the room is blinking, fluctuating and threatening to go off completely, it’s like the forces of nature have converged to celebrate
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I am huddled at the corner scared stiff, weeping and wondering when and how I got myself into this hell. I no longer have control over my actions and mind and it has punished me again for daring to defy it. My last vestige of humanity has been torn away from me without much
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Father God! Please forgive my sins! It’s so cold and black, everywhere is dark, the whole world is in complete darkness, it’s like a blanket was put over the sun or the sun is dead. I am beginning to believe that the maker has pulled the plug on the light and forever doomed the
My Dark School Of Thoughts 