HeyJaredThe Ghostlight Society
An unhallowed place for tales of the gothic, the morbid, and the unnatural.
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Silence Lay Steadily (opens the original)
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It was only in the dreary watches of the night, long after the sun had drifted, almost crestfallen, beneath the rows of trees, and the house had become nothing but an old castle atop of the hill, that Lorraine Monroe began to feel an almost melancholic, dull aching within her chest. In the darkened living room, lit only by the dim lamp at her side, she found herself surrounded by dozens of boxes, still yet to be unpacked—by all the things she had been too afraid to unmask as of yet—and all at on
The Voice of the Woods | Chapter One (opens the original)
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CHAPTER ONE | The Watchtower“God Almighty,” Mitch breathed, looking up.From the fogged-up windows of his truck, Mitch stared up at the watchtower. Staring back down at him, it seemed to be nothing more than anything you would expect from a fire watchtower sitting out in the middle of the woods. A goliath tower of wood and iron, a pillar that nearly reached the clouds, though truly nowhere close. He hadn’t seen it in person until now, only ever in photos, back when he’d first taken this job. It w
My Top 10 Worst Fears as a Horror Writer (opens the original)
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I’ll start this one off by saying I haven’t been doing all that great. I won’t get into it because that could fill an entire article of itself, and I don’t plan on dumping all my problems to all of you. But that’s why I have been trying to stay off here consistently, and why I haven’t been writing all that much of anything late. That’s also not why I’m here, writing this.I’ve always wondered what really scares somebody to takes so much pleasure in scaring others, and if they’re really afraid of
The Portrait (opens the original)
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It is perhaps the most terrible thing, above all else in this arduous world, for one to no longer remember what they look like.You must know that I am not mad when I say this, as it is only truth; a truth that I can no longer abide or fail to acknowledge. I have been cooped up within the walls of this house for far too long. The creak of the floorboards, the moaning of the roof—the settling of the wood and stone is all I have to converse with, all that I have to keep me company. I have seen nary
I'm a ghost, you're a haunted house (opens the original)
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If I’m a ghost, you’re a haunted housea place I wish to haunt for the rest of my days—a place where others have come and gone,and yet I will forevermore stayI wish to see the earth from the windows of your eyes,roam your halls like you haunt my mind,for I could never dream of, at last, passing from this lifeI only dream for us to be intertwinedBecause there is something about your spiritthat keeps my soul trapped blissfully within,<
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