Author's e-books - scared. Page - 1
3 sisters are abandoned. Not knowing what had happen to their family they begin to walk along the road until they finally find a home, but they weren't expected the worst to happen. With the feelings they have for the women who took them in is great until she shows or gives clues of what happened to her family especially the door that leads to the basement, Jennifer would like to know what the hell is going on before she puts her sisters at any more risks of staying here. .
My name is Jorja, and for years now i have terrorized by a ghost that lives under my bed. do you believe me?If you don't, read this story and it might just change your opinnion.
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
Not much I can say about it. Some will notice this is different from most poems I have written. This poem is unique. It is meant to seem confused and desperate... which it is. That is how I felt when I wrote it, and that is how I feel now. You can read it if you want, but that is your choice. I have nothing more to say.
As I was running away I looked back, over my shoulder while I hear him screaming for me to come back. Crap! He's right behind me!! I turn my head back... But not in time... I run into a very hard thing... I'm assuming a tree! Crap he's going to get me! I almost fall backwards when the tree grabs my arm, preventing me from it. Wait... What?? I look up to see a man. I look into his blue eyes that have a hint of gray in them, and almost forget why I was there in the first place... He shoves me
"It" can be anything you see fit, but I had something specific in mind when writing it.
3 sisters are abandoned. Not knowing what had happen to their family they begin to walk along the road until they finally find a home, but they weren't expected the worst to happen. With the feelings they have for the women who took them in is great until she shows or gives clues of what happened to her family especially the door that leads to the basement, Jennifer would like to know what the hell is going on before she puts her sisters at any more risks of staying here. .
My name is Jorja, and for years now i have terrorized by a ghost that lives under my bed. do you believe me?If you don't, read this story and it might just change your opinnion.
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
Not much I can say about it. Some will notice this is different from most poems I have written. This poem is unique. It is meant to seem confused and desperate... which it is. That is how I felt when I wrote it, and that is how I feel now. You can read it if you want, but that is your choice. I have nothing more to say.
As I was running away I looked back, over my shoulder while I hear him screaming for me to come back. Crap! He's right behind me!! I turn my head back... But not in time... I run into a very hard thing... I'm assuming a tree! Crap he's going to get me! I almost fall backwards when the tree grabs my arm, preventing me from it. Wait... What?? I look up to see a man. I look into his blue eyes that have a hint of gray in them, and almost forget why I was there in the first place... He shoves me
"It" can be anything you see fit, but I had something specific in mind when writing it.