I shared my book updates on KT, but I couldn't read the rest of 'After', it was just too cringey for my poor little heart. I am still continuing my Drapple fanfic! I am writing Silens I, posted a new chapter. Borhedom Falls will be posted on KT once I get enough inspiration to write it again. Thanks for reading!

Okay guys, here is a short horror by me! Based around My RP character Crimson. "She" as originally a boy, but for the sake of the story, I changed it, idk why lol. Not that scary, only to your imagination!

HAPPY THOUGHTS
By Knight Star


"Crimson..."
....
I could hear my name being said by a small, child-like voice. I looked around the banquet, the halls dimly lit and the room having a presence. I folded my arms, nervously looking around. I jumped at the most simple sounds, I could feel something sliver down my spine. Cold, soft and small. I looked behind me, I could hear my neck making a cracking noise as I jumped back in utter fear.
Was it my son?
I had told him before: these silly pranks aren't funny. I walked through the mansion.

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Flashback, One Month before present time-
I had recently gotten a new house after my recent divorce with my husband, Fred. After he had started drinking, he wasn't his normal self. He then quit his job, it was a huge downfall. I started working extra work hours, and soon enough I couldn't handle what he had been doing to our family and my young son named Arnold. Weeks prior I had decided to buy a new house, practically a mansion. The original owners had sold it for a very alarming almost price: it was so incredibly cheap. I didn't question why it was a great deal, though it did flood my mind.
Soon after, I and my young son had moved into the house. It was great: the golden chandeliers; almost icy windows; beautiful wooden steps and an almost totally clean house.
What was my problem then?
...
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I saw my seven-year-old son's figure in my doorway, standing there and watching me. I could never see his face, or what he was wearing, just his small, frail figure. I asked him what he was doing up so late but...almost mechanically, he swiftly moved his head around backward. I assumed it was just a dream, but it couldn't have been...
For nights this would continue, I had only to assume my son was scared to be in his room alone. Only this one night it had frightened me, he had crawled on the floor, I realized his skinny structure and his shinny teeth making a huge smile. It was very frightening, I remember having my hand on my stomach and hoping it was a dream.
For a month this happened but soon enough it didn't really bother me as much. Him getting out of bed, looking for me. I knew it was him now, his sweet voice... "Mommy, can I sleep with you?" I responded with yes, but he would always scurry to his own bed.

Current Time
"Mommy..."
I heard from the shadows.
I decided to follow him to his room, tucking him in his bed.
But when I looked in his room, he was fast asleep. Totally fast asleep.

"Mommy?"
That wasn't my son.

Hey guys! Here is a horror short, not too scary, or scary in general lol. Based on the black eyes children! Sorry, I haven't posted on here in seven months...enjoy! I also posted this on KT but if you can't read it there, here it is.

Children
By KnightStar


I was driving down the small ride in the night in my old car. In the background, on low, the radio was playing. I didn’t pay mind do it as I looked yonder, only the darkness. I was in a forest area with my boyfriend sitting right beside me. He was almost fast asleep, earbuds in his ear listening to classical music on high. His head rested on the back part of his chair, it is falling backwards. We were in a very remote place: the last time we had caught a glimpse of a car was thirty minutes ago. I put my hand in his shaggy brown hair while I had one hand on the wheel.
In the pure darkness I saw a figure of a little girl, in a white night gown with a pale face. I stopped quickly on brakes as my boyfriend immediately jumped up. “What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes half closed. I looked out to the girl as she went near my car. “Let me in,” she said. I could ear the lowness and softness of her young voice. Guilt showered over me as I rolled my window down. “Where’s your parents?” I asked. Now looking closer, her skin was so pale she was like a sheet of paper. She covered her eyes. “Why covers your eyes?” I asked, she just smiled in response.
“Your headlights are too bright,” she said. She looked five and had raven black hair. “Where are your parents?” I gulped, something felt wrong about her—her titled smile, white rags and perfectly brushed mane and chubby cheeks.
“I can’t find them,” she said tranquilly, almost so that it felt terribly wrong. My voice had shaken, so had my hands as I looked out in the woods. Her head had lifted, and for some reason I needed to gasp for air. My lungs felt suffocated, unable to breath. It didn’t feel right to leave this young girl, but it also felt wrong to take her.
“Where did you last see them?” I said, a rock formed in my stomach and dropped. “Oh, erm, I think so…” she said inhumanly. I don’t know much about children, but I remember when I was her age and lost my mom at the grocery store and I broke into tears. Never less alone in the dark, in the woods. I looked to my side, my boyfriend nearly petrified at the sight of the young girl.
“Please, I don’t know where they are!” she yelped, which seemed more real.
Despite being the age, she is, it still pondered my mind on how clam she was. She seemed more frightened at her last statement, but other then that, her face remained incredibly pale. I decided to let her in, getting out and opening the back door for her as she hopped in with not gratitude. Her face was still plain. “How about we call the police Ally?” My boyfriend said dreamy, putting his hand on my thigh as we drove off.
“Okay, I’m going to drive to the nearest police station,” I said the most nervous I have ever been. I had an uncomfortable feeling, like I shouldn’t look behind me. Don’t look! Like something would be staring back—that girl would be a beastly monster. My boyfriend took my phone and opened google maps to the nearest police station.
I had a temptation to look in my rear mirror, but I didn’t want to hinder my mental state if there really was that girl staring back at me. The urge was overwhelming, so I did. I saw nothing, not the little girl, the back was completely empty.
“Uh, Bill…” I almost felt my whole-body weight drop.
“Hey!” I heard the same sweet voice.
“Where are you?”
But where was it coming from?

Anyone wanna write a story together? Like i do a chapter then you do a chapter! If you want to, plz reply so we can get an idea of what to type..

I have watched WWZ, but I plan to get the book. ( World War Z)

I made a book (about cats)
https://www.kittenpress.com/jungle-paws.html

Hey guys, haven't updated my Fiction club yet! Not reading anything now!

Hello! There is a Silens I chapter 20 out, of you'd like to read that! GemHeart is on "vacation", so she won't be able to make a chapter. Though, I don't know how long she'll be gone. Most likely till Monday? IDK! Anyways, so there is a chapter out (and has been out for days LOL.)

Short Story 'Silent' Part 1 Horror Story

I laid in my head filled with plenty of wonders, sitting in my chair near my sister that had her big eyes on mine. "What?!" I asked before she pointed over to the door. We were home alone, and usually at this hour, Mom and Dad would come home. I laughed, but she seemed serious about the situation. "There was a knock," she whispered before grabbing my arm and tugging me over. She pushed me under the table as she followed along. "What?" I whispered, confused and scared.

I started to hear whispering for what it seemed it was from inside the house, but we were home alone. My sister put her finger on my mouth, seemingly she had a plan. I heard footsteps from upstairs, and hopefully came to a reasonable reason why this was happening. "The cat? Our parents?" She grinned before getting up once there was a single knock at the door. She came closer to it, but there was a pounding from outside the house.

I looked around for a phone to call the police, but there was only my sister's. The house laid silent and I couldn't see my sister. After being silent for several minutes, I heard a scream coming from upstairs, which was odd. I thought my sister was near the door.

I hadn't thought much about it, and ran up the stairs as I could. I started hearing weeping, which made me alarmed.
I rushed to a room that seemed the closed to the crying. I started yelling my sister's name, but no one answer. I look around the dark room to see a girl that looked like my sister curled up a ball in the side of the room. I said her name silently, as she titled her head up. She yelled in an unsettling way, while I felt a strange to tap on my arm. I turned to see my sister, scared. I turned back around to see that she wasn't my sister.

You like? Want me to make a part two? Also, sorry for grammar mistakes!

Asia being related to Nagini: possible?
I would have her being distantly related.
Any suggestions?