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  • My childhood  scary  fairy

    My childhood  scary  fairy

    Once opon a time in my childhood , i always had a dream a red fairy came to my house and ask me about my wish . It will always came when I slept in my mom’s bedroom don’t know why this happened but this is true . Then I am about 12 years old kid . I always think about that . First day when i had that dream , A beautiful fairy with his red gown came  to me and told me  “hey my kind hearted child what do you want” , i replied “are you a real fairy ” i am so shocked about this incident.  I told her I want a lots of toys , she granted me that wish And told me you can call me every time . I  asked her “but how” she gave me a magical ring . She said “dear ! When you rub this ring i will came to you but there was a condition don’t  call me at night because if I  came out in night i get burnt 🔥” . I smiled and agreed . I always rub the ring and she came to me , plays with me . One day  I don’t know why I rub that ring at night and suddenly that fairy is forced to came in but she is strangely burning and shouting,  screaming  “you have to pay i told you not to call at night,” and she burnt. After that I suddenly open my eyes and my dream breaks . At that time i get scared so much .

  • The Unknown

    Fear. Everyone fears some thing or the other.  An experience or a moment where you either do or die, this feeling in the pit of your stomach that a storm is about to hit. A storm that is unknown.

    Rick, a teenage boy who knows nothing about the wonders of life. A young man who has never feared the unknown never knew what was gonna hit him.  “Is anyone home?”, a voice came from outside of the door. Rick was alone at the house, his parents were out on a business trip for the night.

    “Who is it?”, asked the teenage boy. “You have a parcel”, said the mysterious man. “Just leave it there”, Rick then with a confused look on his face opened the door and found a box with an empty note on it. It was packed nicely with a sweet yellow ribbon on top, figured that it was a mail, Rick carefully opened the box just to find a book inside. The book looked more like a journal with a “DON’T OPEN IT” text written in bold letters. Why would someone send a parcel when they clearly don’t want you to open it. So many questions ran through Rick’s mind. Was it the delivery man who wrote it? Or was it the sender?

    He then finally opened the book and looked at the first page, “THE MAN FROM THE UNKNOWN” was written in red bold letters, turned to the second page. “The man has come from the unknown to find himself a friend. The man will peek at you, he will slowly then enter the home, he will look for you ,in the kitchen cabin, in your bedroom, and then your closet, your bathroom, under the dining, he will then find you”. ” The unknown man will have his new companion with him”.

     Scared by the creepy book Rick closed it and thought it was just someone playing prank. “Knock knock”, a voice came not actually a knocking sound but an impression of it. Rick with a feared expression looked at the window in his bedroom to find two creepy eyes with a glimmer of red looking at him. The man from the window then in a horrid voice spoke, “The man has indeed found himself a new friend”.

  • The Curse of the Ebony Grimoire

    The Curse of the Ebony Grimoire

    In a small, forgotten village nestled deep within the dense woods, rumors whispered of a cursed black magic book known as the Ebony Grimoire. According to legend, it held immense power, capable of granting unimaginable desires to those who dared to unlock its secrets. However, the price was steep, for it came with a malevolent force that plagued its owners for eternity.

    One fateful night, a young and ambitious sorcerer named Victor stumbled upon the village. Driven by an insatiable hunger for power, he sought the forbidden knowledge that lay within the Ebony Grimoire. Rumors echoed in his ears, warning him of the dire consequences, but his thirst for dominance blinded him to reason.

    As midnight cast an eerie shadow upon the village, Victor ventured into the heart of the forest, guided by a flickering lantern. The dense underbrush whispered haunting secrets, and the wind carried an ominous chill. A shiver ran down his spine, but his resolve remained steadfast.

    Finally, Victor arrived at a decrepit, dilapidated cottage, its thatched roof sagging under the weight of time. The air grew heavy with a foreboding presence, yet he pushed the creaking door open, revealing a room shrouded in darkness. He could barely make out the outlines of twisted shelves, laden with occult artifacts.

    His trembling hand reached for the ebony cover of the Grimoire, its touch sending an icy jolt through his veins. As he cracked open the book, a gust of wind howled through the room, extinguishing his lantern. Panic seized him, but he knew there was no turning back.

    In the darkness, Victor stumbled upon an incantation that promised dominion over life and death. Reciting the forbidden words, he felt a surge of energy course through him, empowering his every pore. Unbeknownst to him, however, a sinister presence had awakened.

    The villagers, sensing an impending catastrophe, gathered outside the cottage, their faces pale with fear. They could hear Victor’s maniacal laughter and the cries of tortured souls emanating from within. Desperate to save their community, they hatched a plan.

    As Victor completed the ritual, the earth trembled beneath him. The Grimoire’s malevolent force materialized before him, a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes. It spoke with a voice that chilled the marrow in his bones, promising him everything he desired in exchange for his eternal servitude.

    In that moment, the villagers burst into the room, wielding ancient relics and symbols of protection. Their collective energy banished the dark entity back into the abyss, and the Ebony Grimoire snapped shut, trapping the wickedness within.

    But the damage had been done. Victor, consumed by the curse he had unleashed, became an empty vessel, his soul forever intertwined with the malevolence he had sought. He was left to wander the village, his twisted laughter a constant reminder of the horrors that unfolded that night.

    From then on, the village became a haunted place, shunned by outsiders who felt the lingering presence of evil. The Ebony Grimoire remained sealed away, a symbol of the village’s dark past, a reminder of the perils of dabbling in forbidden magic.

    And so, the Curse of the Ebony Grimoire lived on, a cautionary tale whispered to children by their elders, a chilling reminder that some desires should remain unfulfilled, and the pursuit of power can lead to eternal damnation.