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We all knew it was going to end up as a dare from the moment the ghosts started terrorizing the neighborhood. They were all over, flying through bedroom walls, jumping out of the drain when people were taking showers, making farting noises from chimneys, even exploding toilets!

It had to be stopped.

What we didn’t know was that we would end up daring each other to do it. It had all started two weeks ago, and it was insane, but there were only 9 of us, and who knows how many of the ghosts. …continue reading

HELA HORROR NO. 4 :: The Streetlight

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The streetlight flickered once. I was walking home from my friend’s party when I saw them. The man was walking in the girl’s footsteps. It was no accident…I could tell from how he didn’t take his eyes off her.

It was two in the morning, and the city was illuminated only by the occasional streetlight. Anyone could’ve been lurking in the shadows, waiting for an innocent person to come along to rob – or worse. Yet, the man only seemed concerned with the young woman’s safety, not his own.

Most people would have chalked it up to the man’s genuine sense of altruism, to a duty to protect others.

But I knew what humanity was really like. I knew the truth. He was after her.   …continue reading


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Ugh. Homework. Homework has to be my least favorite thing in the world. It can be hard. You’ll procrastinate on it. If you forget, you have to spend all night trying to finish it. It pretty much the worst thing in the world. I hate homework.

It’s late at night, and I’m bored out of my mind. I’m sitting at the wooden dining room table with textbooks and papers sprawled everywhere. I look at the words in my textbook and I only see letters and punctuation. They’re only letters and punctuation to me. What am I even looking at? Demographic transition? Natural increase rate? Hierarchical diffusion? What do these words even mean?

“I should have never signed up for this class,” I say quietly to myself. I decide to cool my head and make myself some herbal tea. Tea always helps soothe my mind, and the peppermint kind that I’m making always refreshed my head and clears my mind. I don’t bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It’s late and I don’t want to wake up family in other rooms in the house. I imagine my little sister screaming for late night cereal and my mom groggily being dragged to the kitchen to prepare it. Yeah, no lights.

I’m finishing making my tea when I hear a thump and a crash come from the hallway.

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Yes, we all have heard how to summon the “ghost” of Bloody Mary. But do we know the story behind the legend that is still ever so famous? In various of stories Bloody Mary is known for different names, such as “Hell Mary,” “Mary Worth”, “Mary Whales”, “Agnes”, “Black Agnes”, etc. With these variations of her name, there are variation of chants people would say somewhere between 3 to 100 times. “I stole/killed your baby, Bloody Mary”, “I believe in Mary worth”, “Bloody Mary”. They would chant one of these with one lighted candle in a dark space with a mirror in front of them.

Once they finish this ritual of summoning the ghost of Bloody Mary, they would supposedly see her in the mirror with blood dripping out of the mirror itself.

Now, for the story behind such legend. …continue reading

HeLa Horror No. 1 ::: The Ancient Curse

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Stacey and I have been looking forward to the annual county fair since June. Everyone from school was going to be there. Nothing was going to stop me from getting the perfect moment on top of the ferris wheel with Terrance, the cutest boy in school. We were getting a ride from Josh, who pulls up to the house in his matte black jeep.  Stacy and I get in the car and we’re super excited for the best night of our lives.

We arrive at the fair and meet up with our other friends. The photobooth was the first thing on our list of things we wanted to do.   After the pictures, Stacy spots a dirty little tent with flickering neon lights that say “Fortune Teller.” …continue reading