For ten years, the calendar had a shadow. Once a month, like a dark lunar cycle, I would fall asleep and wakeup in the same house. The architecture was never quite clear, a blur of beige hallways and heavy oak doors but the atmosphere was razor sharp. It was the scent of cold floor wax and the crushing weight of pure, primal terror.

“Tahlia…” My name, whispered behind me. I spun—empty hallway. The shadows moved. My own voice echoed back, brittle, twisted. I ran, heart hammering. Sneakers squealed. If I don’t get out… I’ll never see my family again. “You don’t own me,” I gasped. For a heartbeat, the darkness froze.

Mythical creatures aren’t overused. They’re just under-imagined. If your vampire is brooding for the hundredth time or your werewolf only exists to growl on schedule, the problem isn’t folklore—it’s commitment. Monsters work best when they carry emotional baggage, complicate relationships, and refuse to behave nicely. Treat mythology like a toolbox, not a museum, and suddenly the magic wakes up.

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“…the night I stepped beneath the boughs of the Blackroot Hollow… that was a darkness that stared back.” “Ahead, impossibly far and impossibly near, a single lamp burned… atop a stone stairway half-swallowed by roots.” “Every footstep sank softly, as if the ground itself were breathing, and the trees whispered confessions meant for no living ear.” “Someone—or something—stood behind the door. I could hear its breathing… slow, deep, patient.” “Some lights were not meant to guide us. Some were meant to lure us.”

As he goes to exit he turns and looks at the trapdoor once more, smoke now rising from its creases. A tear rolls down his cheek, "Please forgive me lord."

A Short Story of a King conversating with his right hand during a civil war. This is Part one of Two for this short

My house, it choose me. It keeps me though it's left me lost and widowed, lonely waiting for him forevermore.

What happens when my character's birthday party goes array and no one's there to stop it? Well, let's just say a VERY angry clown will come back from the dead to get his revenge.

What happens when my character comes face to face with the neighborhood werewolf? Well, I wouldn't want to stick around to find out but enjoy at your own risk!

What happens when my character decides that she wants to get away for a while and visit the infamous Camp Crystal Lake? Enjoy readers!

Minecraft Mischief continues with my character spending time with more Mob monsters as they give her the time of her life.

Minecraft Mischief is another naughty story about my character who wakes up in the middle of Minecraft with NO idea on how she got there.

Jack Torrance and my character have finally tied the knot after having a few "sessions" together as the snow pours down around them.

Jack Torrance and my character have been trapped inside the Overlook Hotel due to the weather, and they have nowhere to go. What could possibly go wrong?

Jack Torrance of the Overlook Hotel gets a new face, but little does she know is that he's got an eye on her for more than one thing.

Jimmy Hall finally claims his little visitor and wants her to be his, but will she be interested in something like that? Or perhaps she's still playing hard to get?

Jimmy Hall finally gets acquainted with his new visitor and wants to keep her around, but will she be able to withstand his tricks?

Jimmy Hall gets a new face at his Hotel, but little do they know is that he's actually a psychopath looking to have a little bit of "fun".

The Creeper has gotten his feed once again, but will she be able to continue this charade? Or will the monster finally consume her whole?