This is a collection of horror stories.
This book is not for the faint of hearts. It contains some of the most terrifying and creepy stories you will ever find. It also contains real scary and ghost stories. 

After all, who knows what is lurking out of sight?

MY EXPERIENCE
 
         I have always had the idea that ghosts do not exist, that they are in your mind and that writers take advantage of the fear that most people have about ghosts, to write their horror novels.
 
            When you are little, you hear many stories, that we are curious to ask if those stories are true or not.
 
            And when we ask our parents or any adult, if those stories are true, they laugh, I think they laugh out of nerves because they don't know what to respond to when we are curious.
 
            There are adults who, for not knowing what to respond, decide to punish us, which, I have always found it an injustice that they do this to us.
 
            On the one hand, there is a small percentage of adults who simply decide to be upset with us, not to answer any of our questions.
 
            Also, adults instill fear in us children, telling us not to see anything of terror because, we would be opening the door to hell and all the evil that is contained in that door, would come out to do its thing.
 
         Personally, I think that adults say that so that they do not ask them anything else or simply, to avoid anyway, this topic.
 
            I remember that when I was little, my sisters, my cousins ​​and I, we did not know anything about horror movies or that terror does exist because, when you are a child, that kind of thing or topic does not cross your mind one's; But, it happened to me when I saw my first two horror movies called "Chucky the Devil Doll" and "Dolly Dearest" and thanks to those movies, I started to love horror movies.
 
            The main reason why I loved horror, I can't say it, but all I know is that, I love horror and that, since then, I have not stopped watching any horror movies.
 
            It is one thing that I love terror and quite another is, to experience in my own flesh a terror that is too real that it manages to give you goose bumps.
 
         Not only did I experience the terror firsthand; on the other hand and thanks to what I lived and experienced, they made me the best writer - journalist that I ever thought I would be.
 
            Therefore, what I experienced with the paranormal, which for me has been terrifying, has made me more cautious and not to do things on impulse or for fear of losing my job and to be at peace with myself, which is the most important thing.
 
         Finally, I think that ghosts do not hurt; rather, we ourselves are the ones who cause all kinds of evil.
 
            But there are ghosts who take revenge on all the people who hurt them in life and led them to death.
 
            The vast majority of these stories, I lived them firsthand and other stories, my family lived from the first generation to the present.
 
            The first story is the beginning of so many experiences and experiences that my family and I had with the ghosts and how we had to fight against the people who wanted to kill innocents.
 
         Finally, I think that, the ghosts, act that way is because of our fault and because of the bad decisions that we make ourselves and without anyone pushing us to do so.

The book tells how the grandmother and the granddaughter faced evil and during their fight against the Devil and his demons, they lost their friends and almost lost their lives in this fight.

There are a lot of horror stories about our college dormitory being it was determined to be the most haunted dormitory on campus. Those stories never really bothered me unlike my other roommates. My roommates never really wanted to stay or sleep alone in our room but some events that happened during the course of my stay really changed my perspective.

I have to give a quick back story to this for you to understand why I'm terrified. The dormitory is quite old. It has witnessed a lot of students come and go. The stories I heard was equally terrifying. Some stories include suicides and an accidental death that allegedly occurred within those walls. I was told that a student tried to play a prank on her roommate, she texted her roommate to lock her closet and her roommate did so but left for the mid year break not knowing her roommate was inside. Few students stayed in the dormitories during the break so the girl's body was left there for 2 months. The closet was opened to reveal the now rotting corpse. This story will make sense later on. I don't know if this story was true there's a lot of holes in the story. Tbh I cant find anything to confirm or deny if this really happened but I found this story that if a person believed it to be real it can manifest a whole new kind of being attached to the story. It can become real.

 First, If I was left alone in our room or late night trips to the shared bathroom you will never really feel alone. Partly because I always knew I can sense a presence but I never get to see them, thankfully. I usually just say hello or any polite greetings when I enter the room, just to be respectful. When I started to acknowledge the presence of the unknown being things started to change. The second time I had to sleep alone because all my roommates went home for the weekend I experienced something strange. I was just falling asleep when I felt two distinct knock from under my bed, it jolted me awake. I was sleepy so I really didn't bother to check but that's when I heard it again. Now I'm scared and felt like blood had drained from my body. I really didn't want to check because frankly that's where horror movies start, so I just brushed it off because sleep is valuable for a college student. 
 
The second experience I had was when I was packing for a mid year break. My roommates had already left so it was just me. I had a phone and a tablet with me back then. I left the tablet inside the closet while I was packing. I texted my friend to pick me up after I packed everything that's when I heard the tablet's google assistant go "sorry I can not understand what you are saying" something along the lines of that and then said "can you repeat that" thats when I bolted. I waited for my friend outside the dormitory to come help me pack not mentioning what had happened earlier. 

Is she real?

This is a story in every chapter is not the same horror is the main plot of the story’s but sometimes it will be a little different and don’t forgot I know what you did

 
         When you are little, they say things like: "If you do something bad and worse still, that goes against the teachings of God, you go directly to hell" or "If you do not follow the commandments of the Law to the letter of God, you will end up in hell, as the vast majority who ignored the teachings of the Law and Commandments of the Law of God have ended "
 
            And when you ask your parents or someone else who is present at that moment: "What is hell?", As if everyone had agreed, they change the subject, because they don't know what to answer.
 
            So we children have no choice but to ask our teachers or priests: "What is hell?", they answer us that, "hell is a place where bad people go"
 
         And the same thing happens when we ask, if ghosts really exist? Older people do not know what to answer or simply pretend they do not listen to us.
 
            I have always had the idea that ghosts do not exist, that they are in your mind and that many people use ghosts to make gullible people believe that they are bad and that they will not rest in peace, until they take us to hell.
 
            When you are little, you hear so many stories about ghosts, the Devil and his demons, that we are curious to ask if those stories are true or not.
 
            And when we ask our parents or any adult, if those stories are true, they laugh, I think they laugh out of nerves because they don't know what to respond to when we are curious.
 
            There are adults who, for not knowing what to respond, decide to punish us, which, I have always found it an injustice that they do this to us.
 
            On the one hand, there is a small percentage of adults who simply decide to be upset with us so as not to answer any of our questions.
 
            Also, adults instill fear in us children, telling us not to see anything of terror because, we would be opening the door to hell and all the evil that is contained in that door, would come out to do its thing.
 
            Personally, I think that adults say that so that they do not ask them anything else or simply, to avoid anyway, this topic.
 
            I remember that when I was little, my sisters, my cousins ​​and I, we did not know anything about horror movies or that terror does exist because, when you are a child, that kind of thing or topic does not cross your mind one's; but, it happened to me when I saw my first two horror movies called "Chucky the Devil Doll" and "Dolly Dearest" and thanks to those movies, I started to love horror movies.
 
         The main reason why I loved horror, I can't say it, but all I know is that, I love horror and that, since then, I have not stopped watching any horror movies.
 
            It is one thing that I love terror and quite another is, to experience in my own flesh a terror that is too real that it manages to give you goose bumps.
 
            Not only did I experience the terror firsthand; on the other hand, and thanks to what I lived and experienced, they made me the best writer - journalist that I ever thought I would be.
 
            Therefore, what I experienced with the paranormal, which for me has been terrifying, has made me more cautious and not to do things on impulse or for fear of losing my job and to be at peace with myself, which is the most important thing.
 
            Finally, I think that ghosts do not hurt; rather, we ourselves are the ones who cause all kinds of evil.
 
         But there are ghosts who take revenge on all the people who hurt them in life and led them to death.
 
            The vast majority of these stories, I lived them firsthand and other stories, my family lived them from the first generation to the present.
 
            The first story is the beginning of so many experiences and experiences that my family and I had with ghosts and how we had to fight against people who wanted to kill innocents.
 
            Finally, I think that, the ghosts, act that way is because of our fault and because of the bad decisions that we make ourselves and without anyone pushing us to do so.

In each story, the narrator speaks like her family and herself, they have been fighting against evil for decades and, along the way, they have lost loved ones.

	Mary Shaw, tells how Elizabetha Valerius, the first of many generations of my family, defended her best friend, Mary Shaw, from the false accusations, against Mary; but in vain and like Mary, she took revenge on all the people who burned her alive.

	Adrianna Androv, Juliet Capulet and Allison Jekinson, decide to go in search of the entrance to hell and end up being in it.

	Romeo and Juliet, we see a vengeful, ruthless and murderous Juliet who murders everyone and does it with the help of VALAK.

	Cinderella, we see how this children's story is not a children's story, because we see a Cinderella, thirsty for revenge and who manages to consume it with the help of VALAK.

	Snow White, we see a Snow White thirsty to kill those who cross the path of power and as she ends up, killed by all who, once, trusted her.

	Chariot of Death, was created by the Devil, to be able to transport souls to hell and how he uses it constantly.

	Elizabeth Bathory, we can appreciate how she slowly but surely becomes the real Dracula.

	Veronica before the mirror, it is one of the most terrifying legends come to life, when they pronounce her name three times and that person dies depending on what they have at that time.

	3:00 am - 3:30 am, talks about how all the terror occurs at exactly that time and as Dolores Wright, she fights a battle against evil for her life; in which, she ends up losing her life.

	Bloody Mary, is a woman who kills all her victims, not before hearing the bell that no one heard when it rang.

	The Forest that the ghosts scream talks about how many people were murdered in that place in the middle of the 18th century and since then, the entire forest has been suffering and as a group of people they decide to face it, through the interview; but, they end up losing their lives.

	The curse of the Urdesa house, they also speak of ghosts that, several generations ago, are hurting the house and how they wish to have more ghosts with them.

	The Covered Lady, speaks of an elegant woman, who has an aroma that attracts all men; but, nobody has been able to see their face because it is covered and when they do, they end up dead.

	In the story called TEKE TEKE, it is about a girl who died on the train tracks and she is looking for people to accompany her, cutting them in half.

	In Satan, it is about the struggle not only between Satan and God; but also, the internal struggle that Lucy Adams will have, when she meets Lionel Davis, who is actually Satan.

When you are little, they say things like: "If you do something bad and worse things at the same time, that goes against the teachings of God, and you go directly to hell" or "If you do not follow the commandments of the Law to the letter of God, you will end up in hell, as the vast majority who ignored the teachings of the Law and Commandments of the Law of God have ended "

       And when you ask your parents or someone else who is present at that moment: "What is hell?", As if everyone had agreed, they change the subject, because they don't know what to answer.
 
            So, when we were children, we have no choice to obey them, but if we ask our teachers or priests: "What is hell?", they answer us that, "hell is a place where bad people go"
 

 

 
 

 
           And the same thing happens when we ask, if ghosts really exist? Older people do not know what to answer or simply pretend they do not listen to us.
 
            I always have the idea that ghosts do not exist, that they are in your mind and  many people use ghosts to make gullible people believe that they are bad and they will not rest in peace, until they take us to hell.
 
            When you are little, you hear so many stories about ghosts, the Devil and his demons, that we are curious to ask if those stories are true or not.
 
            And when we ask our parents or any adult, if those stories are true, they laugh, I think they laugh that much because of nerves, because they don't know what to respond to when we are curious.
 

 

 
 

 
             There are adults who, for not knowing what to respond, decide to punish us, which, I have always found it an injustice that they do this to us.
 
            On the one hand, there is a small percentage of adults who simply decide to be upset with us that they decide not to answer our questions.
 
            Also, adults instill fear in us children, telling us not to see anything of terror because, we would be opening the door to hell and all the evil that is contained in that door, would come out to do its thing.
 
            Personally, I think that adults say that; so that, they do not ask them anything else or simply, to avoid anyway, this topic.
 
            I remember that when I was little, my sisters, my cousins ​​and I, did not know anything about horror movies or that terror does exist because, when you are a child, that kind of thing or topic does not cross to your mind but, it happened to me when I saw my first two horror movies called "Chucky the Devil Doll" and "Dolly Dearest" and thanks to those movies, I started to love horror movies.
 

 

 
 

 
           The main reason why I loved horror, I can't say it, but all I know is that, I love horror and that, since then, I have not stopped watching any horror movies.
 
            It is one thing that I love terror and quite another is, to experience in my own flesh a terror that is too real that it manages to give you goose bumps.
 
            Not only did I experience the terror firsthand; on the other hand, and thanks to what I lived and experienced, they made me the best writer - journalist that I ever thought I would be.
 
            Therefore, what I experienced with the paranormal, which for me has been terrifying, has made me more cautious and not to do things on impulse or for fear of losing my job and to be at peace with myself, which is the most important thing.
 
            Finally, I think that ghosts do not hurt; instead, we ourselves are the ones who cause all kinds of evil.
 

 

 
 

 
           But there are ghosts who take revenge on all the people who hurt them in life and led them to death.
 
            The vast majority of these stories, I lived them firsthand and other stories, my family lived them from the first generation to the present.
 
            The first story is, the beginning of so many experiences, and experiences that make us to think a lot about everything and the importance to follow God´s path, no mattr what.
 
            Finally, I think that, the ghosts, act that way is because of our fault and because of the bad decisions that we make ourselves, without anyone pushing us to do so.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



What if the house you admire so much has secrets that no one wants to unearth?

What if there are ghosts in that house who do not understand why they are there?

What are the reasons that led them to punish the house?

Is the person who tells the whole story alive or dead? There are nine chapters that relate the struggle between good and evil; in addition, it deals with the internal struggle that each character has when choosing between the correct path and the incorrect one.


	A family that has been going back several generations, facing evil and its friends, allowing itself to be seduced by them.  The first chapter "The Hell", tells about how the recklessness of two friends who wanted to find the door of hell, not only find it and manage to enter to see what is inside; but also, they release the evil that is trapped and sealed by that door.

	Will the characters be ready to face evil? Will they be able to lock them up again and forever? These are some of the questions that this family and their friends will have to ask themselves throughout the novel.

	A horror novel that will make you think twice before choosing the path you want to follow.

       Do you believe in ghost stories?. Well I certainly didn't, at a point though, not until I had my own share of horror. Yeah!, Just like the horror films, but the difference is that my experience is real and much more scarier than the movies.

I use to believe that ghost were fragments of the hyperactive imagination of the human brain, perhaps due to the pain of losing a loved one we can't seem to let go of.

Unfortunately that is the believe of a naïve Boy.  Ghosts are as real as day light.

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INSPIRED BY A DREAM.

The Davis family moved into an old mansion in a small town called Wentworth. The house is haunted but the parents were skeptics so do not believe in the stories the kids are telling them, not until the older child goes missing in the house and the younger daughter becomes possessed.

Mars looked at the Orb of Elentir, which was present in the center of the ritual chamber. The artifact had been an emblematic symbol of the Order of Elentir when it still existed, and it radiated sets of symbols charged with magical energies in absolutely crazy amounts.
Its power was so strong that just being next to it hurt. Rumors from taverns told of a fragment of the power of the Gods being sealed inside, and that he could fulfill all wishes. But the rumors were obviously false and exaggerated, or the power of the Gods was simply useless. Well, it was supposed to be the kind of thing you could put in the hands of a child, and come back 5 minutes later to find that he had destroyed the house and the whole neighborhood with it. Any child would have wanted one. Well, maybe.
"I would have liked to have one it when I was a kid."
Thinking back to his childhood, he missed those faraway, peaceful days.
When he was a child, he had so enjoyed the many stories of adventure and horror told to him by his grandfather before he fell asleep, lulled into imaginary worlds by the sound of his deep and powerful voice. Those rainy evenings by the fire to explore in his imagination a thousand stories of horror and adventures where the hero ended up triumphing at the price of terrible sacrifices, often death, had strangely always remained in his heart.
Ironically, the stories he had loved so much as a child had become real when his life itself became a tale of horror and terror, filled with nightmares and abominations that went far beyond any story that grandfather had told him, or even anything he had ever imagined himself.
As a teenager, he had many times hoped that his favorite games could become a reality and that he can live in this kind of fantasy world with apocalyptic parameters. Of course he had never really thought about the implications of such a situation, after all it was impossible that something like this could happen to him. But the truth is that the day it happened and he was summoned here, all the hardcore horror games he had played had been nothing more than entertainment that he had enjoyed sitting comfortably in his chair.
Living in a setting similar to one of those games he liked so much, was in fact something absolutely horrible and cruel.
Mars chanted a spell, focusing on the image of the magic seal of one of the Servant Spirits with whom he had made a pact. Immediately, the servant manifested himself in the material world, appearing before him, tapping into his reserves of magical energy as space itself seemed to be distorting.
The spirit that had materialized resembled a strange inflated leather bag, he may not have been the most powerful, the most impressive or the most beautiful of them all, but his powers to contain and carry within him an almost infinite amount of objects were certainly practical.
Mars communicated what he wanted to the servant, and the magic bag opened wide and made the objects demanded to appear in the material world by spitting them out. Once his task was accomplished, Mars whispered a few words in the sacred language, caressing some of the stitches in the bag, which made the bag whirr with contentment, before suddenly disappearing by distorting the space around it.
The booty of one of his last expeditions was some shoddy alcohol and cheap home-made cigarettes made from tobacco leaves from Jorias, one of the most prosperous trading nations south of the continent of Enoa, or so it was before the war started. In the first few years after their arrival, the call of many of Earth's inhabitants to this world made the tobacco trade flourish as never before, and the merchant guilds, already indecently rich, had become even richer.
Tobacco, which had become a rare and precious commodity after the fall of the kingdom of Joras, had become a real treasure when all the nations and merchant kingdoms responsible for its production were ravaged by monstrous armies. When he found it, he decided to ration it and use it only for special occasions.
"Hell, the end of the world seems to rank at least in the top 5 of my list of special occasions."
Taking the bottle in his right hand, he brought it to his mouth and bit the cork to rip it off, opening the bottle with a sharp gesture with his head. He could have opened it with his powerful telekinetic powers, but the feeling would have been different. Respect for tradition was one of the few things he had left at the moment. He took five large sips of this brandy, each one warming his throat more than the previous one, before spitting the sixth, then levitated the cigarette to his mouth and set the tobacco on fire with a single thought before taking a large puff.
The alcohol had a bitter taste and the tobacco was so dry and strong that it seemed centuries old. Disgusting, but enough to satisfy his old habits for one last time.
Spitting the smoke out and manipulating it with his magic, he made the shape of an angel of luscious proportions appear, and he sighed "Seriously, why haven't I been summoned to one of those worlds described in cheap and stupid stories instead of this apocalyptic world??"
On the day he was invoked, he had jubilated. He had thought that it was finally his lucky day, that he would be able to get away from the boring and meaningless life he had led until then, and that he could become a hero! The magicians had even said something like, "You're going to become supermen and half-magicians", well, maybe it wasn't exactly what they said, but it was what he understood from their explanations. He had expected that the blessing of the gods would give him the power to immediately launch trucks, stop bullets and run faster than a fucking superhuman.

-It's a novel about second chance and time loops in a dark fantasy world. Is the story of a man and his struggle against overwhelming and hopeless threats, to save a world. -

If you could go back in time and fix your mistakes and bad choices, would you do it? 

When I was summoned to another world with every other human on Earth to serve as a front-line soldier in a war against an invasion of nightmarish creatures, I knew right away that I was going to shit my breakfast on my pants. Especially when they said that with the powerful blessings of the Wizards and the Gods, they were going to turn us into superhumans and half-wizards, everything they said sounded like "you're a fucking cannon fodder!".

I was right. The war? We lost him so badly that all races became extinct. Me? I was a fucking veteran who survived until the end. Was I strong? Fuck yeah of course, I was, except... it was useless, I died like everyone else. 

The bad news? When I thought it was finally over, I woke up when I was summoned at the beginning of the war, 14 years in the past. That, and also the fact that every time I die, I restart at the beginning of the war. It sounds crazy, right? Hell, when I think that the first time I was resurrected, I thought I'd be able to save the world. I was so naive!

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As you can see from the title, it's apparent that I am bored. 

This is because I have nothing to do and that's the reason that I am bored. 

There's no consistent schedule so these short stories would come randomly. 

Whenever a random idea for a short story forms in my head, I will post it on here. 

These short stories are purely fiction and any names used found in real life are purely coencidential. 

There is no set genre for my short stories however, I would make sure to stick to a realistic setting. 

Be aware that there might be some horror involved. 

That's it for now and thank you for reading if you're reading this. 

- Alex Xiao

Sitting and listening to songs that is how most afternoon passed by! It was peaceful and different feeling! 
Jo went to sit somewhere else with his frnds !


****
Soon it became dark! Sitting together with some frnds with all lights turned off talking!! Was damn fun in itself! 
There we sat me, vaish, bhavesh, sarang, ishan, damya, shub, etc !
Everyone telling horror made up stories turn by turn in that darkness!!
15 year old us were damn happy n satisfied just in that stories!! which now would seem lame! But being a child .... is having less expectations towards things ! 
Getting easily scared but having fun!!
Sitting there imagining the stories they said made me shiver!! Well more from the  December cold than the story!

Then suddenly through one of the stories I realized that I haven't seen Jo since sometimes!
I was so used having him around, being the one in his eyes!! Lavishing his attention... his stares!! That time unbeknownst to me I felt his absence! It surprised me !! 
I wanted to see where he was ... what I was doing!! Not even knowing why I wanted to do that!! 
But still I got up and giving some lame excuse to my friends went walking ahead wanting to look at him!!
After passing some two compartments.... I saw him there sitting between Moksh and aru with. shrushti and mayank sitting in front of him!!!
Seeing him all surrounded by beautiful girls and talking merrily with them! 
Smiling happily!! Our eyes met in mid-air!! But I looked away from him!!
Because I suddenly felt very much angry!! I was not getting where the sudden anger came from !! Maybe it was seeing him where I was.....maybe it got to do something..with him being so happy with some other girls and smiling at them!!
But Jealousy it was!!!!( which then I didn't even knew)
All my thoughts of wanting to know where he was and what he was doing jumped out of that moving train!! 🤣😂
Now filled up with indignation and anger!! 

Fuming with anger I sat with some of my friends a lil distance away!! So as not let him know my real reason for passing from there!!

Some small talks and laughs! I got up after 5 mins still fuming!!
And this time I didn't even looked at him and the girls at all! I was all fueled up in misplaced ego..thoughts of I don't care what he does or who talks to reined through my veins!!!
From the corner of my eyes I saw him looking towards me when I passed from there...! But I didn't look back!

Returning to my seat the horror stories continued!!
After some back n forth talks ! We decided to watch Anabelle on a frnds computer in that dark!!
Just that thought fueled up such an excitement n happiness!! That all felt damn charged!!
We started the movie! But just after some mins Sir came n announced to have dinner! As it was almost 9 pm!!!
Having some morsel of the train food with difficulty!! Once again chatted!!
Anabelle lay forgotten!!

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