Writing Prompt

"There. Look, she's doing it again," exclaimed Levi.

Olivia frowned, "Willow what are you looking at there's nothing up there, you weirdo."

Levi adjusted himself on the couch, his eyes following their cat's suspicious glare. He squinted his eyes, hoping to see a mosquito or a fly, but saw nothing. "Yeah, what the hell are you looking at Willow? You know that's creepy right? Staring off into...

They say that when you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, that’s because someone is there staring at you. I was only six when Grandma Wendy told me this and I remember being petrified. Mom scolded her every time I woke up in the middle of the night and, unable to control my fear, I let it all out in a terrified scream. I’d scream and scream, my arm too frightened to reach out for the lam...

The room was stifling as only the rooms of the dying are. Unable to keep himself warm, as his body broke down, the central heating was ratcheted up. The lights were dimmed as though he were sleeping peacefully, as opposed to someone who had headed into a losing battle and had been struck with a mortal wound now struggling to live. I sat by his bed watching every rasping breath hoping it would b...

It’s so common, isn’t it?

Hearing people talk about paranormal activity. It would seem almost foolish to not believe it by now, right? Well that never stopped me.

But when you’re on the receiving end, it’s hard to ignore.

When lights don’t just flicker—they turn on and off, the entire flip switching, completely all on their own, it does become difficult to chop it up to faulty wiring. Or whe...

I remember the night so vividly it was almost like a dream, awoken from my slumber to see eyes staring back at me. From a holographic figure floating under the ceiling, dressed like the jack of spades thought that this was my last evening.

On this beautiful world, I did the only thing that seemed logical, I buried my head deep under my covers creating an unbreachable obstacle, of cotton and feat...

“Bump” it echoed through the hall. Gathering bravado as it went. It fell on Scott’s ear like a plague. He shook. It wasn’t the first time the house had gone bump in the night. He looked around. Nothing. He searched down the hall. Nothing. “Bump” there it was again the sound bouncing off the walls like a ball. Scott was scared now. His eyes darting left and right. A bad omen was at work and he was ...