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The Curse of 112 B/L

“Bang” “Bang”! why won’t you open, Ali can you hear me? Ali why won't you answer? “Ali open the door, don’t mess with me. You’d be wondering what’s the reason for the chaos over here ? But before we reach at this stand point we must momentarily start to come to the climax. It was a mundane morning in our recent house, my brother Ali and I were just glaring at the nearby crumbling house as the house was looking as it's going to pop out. As it was a Saturday so we decided to wander through our new neighbourhood eventhough, we weren’t keen to do so. As my pal and I were venturing through the unhackneyed neighbourhood we saw a bunch of kids who were vocalizing to one another have you heard about the curse of the house 112 B/L. The others uttering: “Yes, yes also previous a girl who was jogging through the streets came to the alleyway of the house; woosh she went missing like a feather from a bird which never exist. We both just glared at each other with an ast...

The Last House on Hemlock Lane

Most towns have that one house everyone avoids. In the quiet town of Elridge, that house was 47 Hemlock Lane—a tilted, ivy-covered relic whispered about by old women and crossed away from by children. When the Harrows moved in, the neighborhood watched from behind curtains. The father, Martin, was a historian. The mother, Clara, a piano teacher. And their teenage daughter, Ellie—bright, curious, and unshakably skeptical. They had bought the house for a fraction of its worth. “Just old stories,” Martin had said confidently. “Every town has legends.” But Ellie didn’t believe the stories either—until the first night. It started with the whispers. Ellie was brushing her teeth when she heard them behind the wall. At first, she thought it was the wind. But wind doesn’t form words. “Don’t look at her,” it hissed. “She watches.” She froze, toothpaste foaming. Turning slowly, she faced the mirror. Nothing behind her. But something had fogged the glass. Three letters appeared: RUN The...

The Tunnel Under Room 6

It was just another Friday detention at Lincoln Middle School. Five students sat in silence, staring at the cracked walls of Room 6 , a science classroom that hadn’t been used in years. Eli , Samantha , Ravi , Lena , and Jason were all there for different reasons — talking back, skipping class, throwing a lunch tray — but none of that mattered now. What mattered was that Room 6 felt wrong . The air was colder than the rest of the school. The overhead lights flickered, and the floor creaked even when no one moved. Everyone knew this room was off-limits. Some said it was used during the school's early days in the 1950s… until a student went missing. No one spoke about that much anymore. Ms. Carter, the teacher on duty, seemed unaware of the room’s reputation. She gave them worksheets, muttered something about stepping out for a phone call, and left them alone. That’s when Lena noticed it. “Guys,” she whispered, pointing beneath a desk in the far corner. “What is that?” They g...

The Trail Of Wonder

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