Writing Prompt

This is A story about my travels,moving from Ireland having a 1.2 hour flight to England and experiencing a terrible event tha wasnt my fault.So like I said I had Just gotten off the plane and that's when I noticed That my purse Was Missing and i checked behind me and walked Back to The gate I got off and I could Not spot a thing insight exept People wondering hopelessly like a lost puppy just not...

Emery's hands trembled as she flipped through the worn pages of the diary, her heart pounding in her chest. The musty scent of the yellowed pages filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the fresh paint and new furniture that adorned their dream home. The little girl's handwriting started with cheerful recounts of hide-and-seek and birthday parties, but the tone darkened as the entries progressed....

Opening the door to the basement of her new house, Ariya noted the staleness in the air and the mould eroding the corners of the room.

After a brief pause at the top of the basement stairs, Ariya made three taunt gesture summoning a small ball of light that hovered above her palm.

Sensing the cold presence that threatened to extinguish her light, she checked for the presence of remnant souls, n...

The new house was great, until we found the diary in the basement. The previous owner’s daughter wrote about monsters, leeching parasites that clung to her while she slept and when she bathed. It seemed there was no escaping them for her. She drew odd shapes, unrecognizable to us, splattered in red spots that I hoped weren’t blood. I tried to avoid touching them as I turned the pages and read her ...

Whistling the tune stuck in my mind, I jauntily sway down the stairs, ignoring the ginormous spiderwebs which are dangling along the walls.

After months of sleeping under bridges and in public buildings, I can finally enjoy living in a home all for myself. How I was that lucky? An old man used to talk to me as his source of happiness (not to be conceited, but my jokes made him laugh!!), and for s...

I stepped onto the old wooden steps outside my newly purchases house. Despite it being newly purchase, it was far from new. A multitude of renovations were in need for the poor, rundown tragedy. Good thing I love a challenge. My fiancé jogged up to me dragging our luggage behind him. He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned slightly and smiled at him.

“Everything alright darling?” He smirked...

I enter the basement of the house. It's old and extremely dusty, like every other part of this house. I wasn't expecting to find something like this in the middle of the woods. Slowly, I descend the staircase, every step creaks under my feet. I look to see if theres anything worth something, maybe some old jewelry i could sell... when i take a step forward i feel something hard under my feet. A da...

The handwriting is scrawled and over large. “Minnerva’s Private Thoughts — No Trespassers. That Includes You, Uninvited Reader. Beware of Dogs.” The next page is stuck to the first with something that leaves your fingers sticky. The corner is stubborn and rips. A photo of your house but many years ago. A woman sits in a chair on the lawn, looking away from the camera. You realise her chair is act...

The voices are louder now.

In they echo, closer they are.

They scream, laugh at me.

No, they’re no longer far.

Fun and games, laugh and play.

Watch them chant and sing.

Closer they get… the more I pay.

The more I fear I’ll slip…

Blood drips from my pages-

Running from my nose.

It’s been like this for ages.

More out of my eyes, I scream.

I claw at my face in pain-

I wish there was some way

To st...

I don’t know how it started. All I know that I’m dead.

Not physically but I’m heading to a grave of if I go back up those stairs.

It all started when I went to the basement of our new house.

I saw a window. In the basement.

And me, being the cat that got killed by curiosity, opened it.

And a leather bound book fell on the floor. I reached down to pick it up, you know, because that’s what you d...