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Open doors

I felt so uncomfortable as my grandmother talks to the neighbors with the doors open. She is just one of those people who felt it was alright to open their arms to anyone, especially strangers. This is not the first time she has ever been naïve enough to get lured into a trap. Last decade,Continue reading “Open doors”

Living dungeon

I have lived under this pit for almost three years. I remember the first time I was sent here. I was about thirteen years old. I violated the law in which they expect you to start driving after eighteen. I was stupid, I got in our family car and started forgiving by myself, when IContinue reading “Living dungeon”

The black Lady

Ravenna grew up in a society of strong feudalism between 1515-1545. Where her family were nobles, who owned the knights and people. As a young girl, she indulged lavishing and privileged life from her parents. With people from their land who bowed and greeted her every single day. Her parents who would often buy herContinue reading “The black Lady”

Empty pit

When we entered the gates into our new house, I still remember the thought of presence. Back about 10 years ago, when I was a child, I was traumatized by something. I remember walking near our house, where I was kidnapped by an old man. I was about to shout out for support, but endedContinue reading “Empty pit”

The final betrayal and the dead of the night

**The final betrayal and the dead of the night** It has been eight years since the first paranormal activity that took place in Silicon Valley. By now, the teenagers have all grown up, however some remained loyal to their friends and some chose to betray them such as Jenna Smith. For those who don’t know,Continue reading “The final betrayal and the dead of the night”

The lost soul

Crossing the road was a risk, especially near the Broadway. Cars were driving as fast as light, while many pedestrians did not watch what they were doing. Crossed when the lights turned red, and almost getting hit every inch. I thought I could do the same. The next minute, I was running too. Heading forContinue reading “The lost soul”

The missing village

It has been four years, since leaving Danca Warrie, a small unknown village in the middle of nowhere. I grew up there and spend most of my days in the opening. Since going to New York, I have been adapting to city-life, wondering what it would feel like heading home. Losing contact with my familyContinue reading “The missing village”