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That cold feeling had started to engulf my body. Like something was choking me, stealing me of my sight. And dark being my greatest fear had made my mind race to those horrific visions again; visions of blood, numb bodies, wretched souls... Rain began to fall, as though trying to lure me into entering through those gates. Strangely, it worked... My eyes scanned the area around me, as though looking for a sign of the supernatural world. The white tombstones provided little contrast against the dark sky. They glistened in the dim moonlight. The clouds obliterated the sun from time to time, imparting an impenetrable darkness to the graveyard. It had a strange sense of calmness that had a tinge of horror associated with it. Below every tombstone was a separate life with a separate story. The owl cooed away into the daunting dark night. The instantaneous creaking of the massive, rusted iron gates shattered the deafening silence. I forced my mind to not think about it and moved...

And the bell rang... Miss Rose smiled and said, "Time's Up sweeties. Stop writing." And with this our last exam got over.   I'm finally done with my high school. "Akiraa!" Gloria yelled from behind. I turned to see Gloria and Danieal coming towards me.   Gloria hugged me tightly and Danieal gave me a quick side hug. "We are planning to go to Danieal's. Are you in?"   "Yaa sure. See you guys at 11." Danieal had already planned the night for us. It was an Ouija Board party.   Fascination took it's peak because I've never played with it before. But who knew that this was going turn to something else... We were 6 in total.   Gloria started first. The coin started moving. At first I thought it was prank but later... "Dear Widza Board wont you tell us something?" Y-O-U-K-I-L-L-E-D-H-E-R. Everyone's face ...

One night, a young girl named Angel picked up the phone and called her best friend, Lily. “My parents are going out now and will return home late at night” said Angel. “Can you come around ten o’clock?” “That’s great!” replied Lily. “I’ll bring the book with me. Bye!” Angel put down the phone and went to her bedroom to prepare for the evening. The two girls were planning something very dangerous. Both of them had always been interested in black magic and the occult. Only a few days back, Lily had found something very interesting at the local rubbish dump. It was a large, heavy book, bound in leather and filled with countless pages of archaic writing. It was not just any book. This book contained instructions on Satanism, devil worship, arcane occult ritual and how to cast black magic spells. For Angel and Lily, the idea of being able to cast spells was very attractive. They had been dying to try it for some time. When Lily found the satanic book, the two girls decided to ...

It was New Years’ eve and I had never been more terrified in my life to embark upon a new year.  My parents were out of the house having the time of their life at a party and I was left with Mrs. Smith for the night. My extremely efficient nanny had dozed away to the land of her dreams leaving me in my worst nightmare. I was enjoying my chick flick on the TV when all of a sudden I heard a child’s laughter that came from a mysterious source. I ignored it thinking that I was just sleep deprived and hallucinating. That laughter just got louder and clearer and I realized that it was from the basement. Usually a Child’s laughter is one of the most pleasing sounds… Unless it’s 1 am and there is no child in the house. I made my way down to the basement, scared for my life. As I reached down I scanned the room for a baby... But to my horror I saw a small girl in the far corner singing to herself. She was dressed in blood stained rags and her hair resembled stray twigs. Chills ...

Remember that time when your parents leave you home alone for the first time? That amazing feeling of freedom to do as you please—but as the clock ticks and the night approaches every slight sound in the otherwise still house making you shudder. First let me make one thing clear-those sounds you probably hear at any time of the day, they’re not the “house adjusting” or “nonexistent” as your parents might say. They’re… “those things.” Yes. Supernatural ones. So this one time my parents left me home alone. And I have to admit, it was pretty cool in the beginning. I had absolutely no restrictions-be it food or television or whatsoever. Finally as it started to get dark I decided to retire for bed. As I climbed the flight of stairs, a strange sound-like that of scratching nails could heard from above me. Faint, almost inaudible but it was possible to even hear a pin drop in my house. It was then that it struck me-nobody lived upstairs. I stood transfixed, my pulse risin...

The old wooden clock rang twelve times. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Tonight marked the anniversary of my mother’s death. A murder committed by her darling daughter. A murder committed by me. Feelings of guilt and regret ran through my veins like every other day of this damned year. How could someone be so cruel as to murder the person who brought them into this world? Well, let’s just say I had my reasons. How did I get away with it? Ah, you see, my mum being the grade - A douchebag drug addict that she was, had my younger brother and me as her sole company. So, with a little help from the neighbourhood psychopath, I sleekly pulled off the insane crime and buried the body in a nearby forest. Like every other introverted twenty-two year old on a Saturday night, I was plopped on my couch, scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard. Everything had felt normal until the clock struck midnight, making the hair on my hand stand still with the gore memories of last year’s events. I ...

Umm.. Excuse me.. B-but there's a white hand on your shoulder.. It's the time of the year again when Team Editorials starts getting creepy, shadowy and disturbing... . Not much charges us up more than Halloween and we're always ready to lift our pens to hail our supernatural friends. Horror is an intriguing genre which , in spite of its clichés, always amazes writers and readers alike. So grab your flashlights, say your prayers and join us as we step into the paranormal realm! Horror  Diaries! L et's raise a toast to the ghosts They do exist, and they're coming for you... "When The Clock Strikes 12"  "3:13" "31st December, 2014" "Satanic Verses" "-R-E-V-E-N-G-E-" "Those Unfinished Tasks..." And if you are now ready for the ultimate horror challenge... "HORROR GAME" Let the game begin... (For 18+ ONLY) - Team Editori...