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Friday THE 13TH SPOOKY STORIES BWHAHAHA :)
Ended January 13, 2020 • 4 Entries • Created by nijahwrites
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EvelynDawn
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Not Every Friday Is Awesome

As I got up, I realized gleefuly that it was Friday.

"Finally!" I murmered, as I looked in the mirror. "It's Friday!"

I went to smooth my hair, but my reflection had other ideas.

Mirror-me blinked as she raised her hands, and the stopped mimicking me altogether.

Mirror-Me put her hands to the glass, and this time I was the one forced to copy.

As I leaned in, terrified, the world began to spin and I fell through the mirror. I was now a reflection!

I was forced to do whatever my used-to-be reflection did, wich included mothing two words to finish my sentance- "The thirteenth."

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OreosNose
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The Informal but Confident Witch

“All you spirits better get the f*ck out of my house!” She commanded matter of factly as she wafted the smoke from her smudge stick through her house.

And all the spirits got out of there as fast as they could. They didn’t want none of that.

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YourFriend
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The Tragedy Of Lady Macbeth

I’m confused. Bewildered. Dazed.

This woman has a disease like no other,

A poison that infects the mind, then leisurely drips into the soul.

It yanks boundlessly at the heart and sends waves of horror,

Of black and of sorrow through the bloodstream.

A sickness that torments mercilessly,

before the one unfortunate enough to have seen face to face with it,

gives in to its control.

The candle burns, as does her reality.

The reality that was destroyed,

shattered by the woman’s own perilous desires and malicious thoughts.

Her eyes are open, but little do they see.

Her feet walking, but little do they feel.

They are frozen by the clasp of the inescapable, of the impenetrable.

Of guilt.

All that is left is a dim, hidden stain that is imposed on the cold flesh of the woman.

It has become part of her, inscribed into her skin and carved into her heart.

Even if every second, every minute was spent washing the stain,

it would not remove.

For it drips deep into the mind, and tortures its victim.

That is, until its clasp steals the breath and finally plunges,

until all life has disappeared.

Until this woman’s life will disappear.

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ceilster
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Bad Luck

I tried posting it here, but it wouldn't let me so I published it elsewhere: https://theprose.com/post/319501/bad-luck

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