Several years back, I was living with a friend who is a hereditary witch. Being friends with her gave me new insight on what it meant to be a witch—she had a much different perspective on that type of thing than the girls I knew who were into witchcraft in high school
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Graveyard Girl
Flashes of the city of flesh and bone assaulted Ashton’s senses until he wrestled himself awake. A waxing moon was shining through the window, and Tyler was sitting at the hotel room table, listening to hour after hour of audio from the static night-vision camera they left in the attic.
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New Faces In Town
Ashton glared into the bathroom mirror of the restaurant. Dark hair, gray eyes, a tall, athletic build that was tense as a bowstring. Stupid Tyler. It was true: So far, Little Salem wasn’t shaping up to be as perfect as he thought it would be. For a place that was supposed to be the most haunted town in America, it seemed exceptionally quaint and ordinary.
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Paranormal Activity
Tyler stared at the faded wallpaper in his hotel room, still wondering where Ashton had disappeared. They were arguing in the local Chili’s when Ashton excused himself to go to the bathroom, and he never returned.
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Killed By Death
When it comes to horror, some would argue that the most frightening type of horror involves an encounter with the unknown. A shadow creeping in the dark, contact with beings from another world. Fear of the unknown certainly has its place in horror, but it would be a grave error to ignore the fact that some of the most chilling and traumatizing scenarios come attached to a guise that is recognizable or familiar.
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