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The Legend of Camp Jellywitch Part I
Nell sat around a fire, the cool breeze of a late summer night nipping at his neck. As he waited for the children to settle, he added another log to feed the flames. “Gather round,” Nell said. “And prepare yourself for a frightful tale.” He felt the shiver of anticipation pass across the minds of the unknowing campers. “What is it?” Faust asked. “Who here is afraid of jellyfish?” Eyes rolled, and minds lost faith in Nell and his ability to wend a story. Of course these children, many Pixies, were not afraid. Nell raised an eyebrow. “That’s because you haven’t heard the Legend of Camp Jellywitch.” Nell waited until…
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A Thousand Memories
Warning: This Spooky is for adults (18+). The main character is drugged but she is unharmed. Li woke, her head aching with an epic migraine. She’d last been at a concert, the heavy beat of Eddie’s drums carrying the band through each song with effortless fervor. It had been an amazing night. Li woke up in a tent. How she’d gotten there made no sense. She hadn’t gotten drunk; she hadn’t been drinking. She looked for the person beside her. Instead of a hot anyone, there was an old woman draped in blanket-like fabrics. Her hair was a mix of dreads and tangles. Her teeth were crooked, blackened, missing,…
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The Lake
Trigger Warning: The following [Supposedly] Spooky Story includes a suicide attempt. If you are uncomfortable with or triggered by suicide or self-harm please skip this story. POV: Jace Birky (alias: Jace Nygaard) Timeline: Pink It was a dark and lonely night. The cold winter air was bitter cold, nipping at Jace’s exposed flesh. He stood in his boxers at the edge of a despairing moat that was once a stunning lake. Winter promised depths, but as the years wore on, the legend of what Falkhus had been had faded into the past. Jace flopped on the rocks, a half drained bottle of akvavit in hand. Above him the…
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The Girl from the Caves
It was a dark and stormy night. Probably-maybe. Hamish hadn’t left the barn in a couple of days, so he wasn’t entirely sure on the weather, but it may as well have been dark and stormy. Hamish felt dark and stormy, deep in his soul. An ominous scraping sound pulled his attention away from the baby rabbits he was nurturing. They scattered to the four corners of the pen and then immediately squished into the space between Hamish and the wall he leaned against. “I have to get up,” he apologized. He could hear more scraping — a wood crate sliding across a rough-hewn wood floor —…
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The Haunted Birthday
Moonlight sparkled through the glass panes of Acheron and Nell’s bedroom. For once Nell and Ach had enjoyed a night of peace and quiet. It was Nell’s birthday, and so the other parents had ensured they got a full night’s rest. They had tucked the children in before bed, and the ones sneaking out were being monitored by the other parents. It was, for lack of a better analogy, the eye of the storm. The storm — the hundreds of children that occupied Nell’s life (not all his, but more than he had ever expected) — were the storm, and this precious moment with Ach in his arms was absolute…
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[Supposedly] Spooky Stories: The Lost Cinnamon Bread
The breeze carried the scent of fresh cinnamon fry bread through the air. The seller had positioned himself at just the right place: The nutty-sweet aroma would waft from one end of the town to the other. You could follow it right up to his shop, where a long line waited for one of his oversized treats. Konrad and Nell found another vendor, less known for his bread and with a menu that featured layered nut bars and long twisted sticks with chocolate swirled in a spiral on the outside. Some even had creams inside. They took their treats from his daughter, her smile radiant and grateful. The entire mood…
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[Supposedly] Spooky Stories: The Man of Angmaan
Angmaan: a bustling market set at the edge of the world. It was fed by the flourishing ocean, with air fairies pulling at the sea to nourish the dry soil. It was a day like any other day. The sun was high overhead, but hidden behind deep clouds summoned forth to cool the air and settle the dust that had stirred from the morning of setting up and early shoppers. On the edge of the market, tucked against the sandstone walls of the city, two men stood with their tent. Muddy water streamed off the canvas. Two well-placed rolls of fabric diverted the water to create a clean entry to…