Fear gates

  this situation happened to me while I'm traveling by my car to Matroh . I am usually traveling at night as many people do, and I am never been alone while traveling so I suppose that everything is OK. so I started the trip with my friend Hazem  and it was 11:00 PM we get to the desert road. I was so focused on the road because these road is very dangerous at night, not dangerous like ghosts or something, but there is many accidents happens.  " Maher,  the car behind us, is the driver your friend?!" Hazem  said while he is laughing. "have you told someone to come with us by his car?" I wondered what's his talking about! "No, why?" I said "because the man who driving the car behind us is waving his hands to us! I thought you know him." I wasn't paying an attention but I looked and indeed I found a black car right behind us and the driver is waving his hands  Hysterically! I thought that he sees something wrong with the car

I watched as my soon to be father-in-law held his daughter's hand as he walked down the aisle. Tears streamed down his face as the wedding march that played in the background reminded him that, in a few minutes, he would be watching me hold his daughter's hand and slipping on her ring.He walked up to the altar and I took hold of her hand, grinning from ear to ear. It was the happiest day of my life.My bride's father got down on his knees and started begging. "Please, I did what you asked. Just please give my daughter back."I glared at him. "Shut up and stop ruining the moment. If you sit back down and enjoy the ceremony, maybe I'll tell you where I’ve hidden the rest of her body."

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It's a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can...sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people "before their time" as they say.The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I'll see someone who's basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It's such a rush to see them and know their time i

Heard my daughter calling for me from her room. I went to her "hey sweetie what's wrong?!" I said. "can you please check the closet for me I think there is a monster inside.." "sure" I said with a smile to comfort her  I opened the closet to find my daughter hiding in. "I'm scared.. there is somone sleeping on my bed"  *the other girl stands behind the father with dark eyes looking at the little daughter and smiling*

I stand at the top of my stairs, socked toes curling into the carpet as one hand squeezes the door handle and the other hovers over the light switch , trying to decide if it is safe to turn the lights out . it is nearly seven at  night, i have about an hour before sundown , but it is just dim enough in the stairwell to make me doubit if that really matters . I stare down at the welcome mat, and though i see nothing , I know the thing that lives at the bottom of my stairs is watching me , too . I know it is gauzy white eyes never blink , and that it is teeth , thin and too long for it is mouth , extending far past it is leathery lips can not smile but i feel as if it is grinning at me . I know it is gaunt . lanky limbs are curled and crouches around it is small body , waiting to lunge the second the light is out   I know it is not real if it was real i would be able to see it . but even as i remind myself of this , I leave the light on You see , I made him up, The creature that li

I am unsure of what to say. All I can say is that I am scared. Very scared . My hands shake violently as I hastily scribble down a few words onto the coarse wooden tablet. This is my only hope. *In the month of Tammuz , day 25 of the year 569, I , Abgar, son of abbshamay, navigator have come here , to the country of Nysy: bless the god who brought us here, and you , the man who reads. that is all I am able to write . I an so tired. I am so weary. I set the tablet against a mound, careful that it will not fall down , and go on my way, through the pitch blackness of this grand cave. I have been trapped here for days. It started when i left Plmyra, That great oasis city in the Levantine desert. I was to travel to the city of Aksum in ethiopia to deliver silk textiles. Then i was to sail the vast sea to the lands of Persia and sell similar textiles at the cities of Istakhr , Ekbatana , and Ctesiphon, the Persian capital on the Tigris. Fom there, I was supposed to return to my homeland by

On the morning of her birthday, lucy's mother woke her up and told her a package had arrived in the mail and it was addressed to her. the girl hurriedly unwrapped the gift and was horrified at what she found inside. it was the most disgusting old doll she had ever seen. it was completely bald and it's skin was cracked and caked in dirt the worst thing of all was it's teeth. they were long, pointy, sharp and beastly. they looked like an animal's fangs. with a shiver, she took the doll and threw it in a corner. her mother scolded her, telling her that someone had to a lot of trouble to send her this creepy doll. her mother told her she had better appreciate it. lucy tried to protest but her would not listen. she forced the young girl to keep the doll. so, to put her mind at rest lucy stuffed the doll into the little cupboard under the stairs, behind a pile of shoes where she wouldn't have to look at the ugly, evil little thing.  it wasn't until a few nig

We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He's in charge of the "new" construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I'm on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you're peeling from a sunburn. I don't know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team.I overhead one tech say "yu