One of the best stories I’ve read this year. This one calls for people to take a closer look at themselves and their actions, and shows how people react when motivated by fear.
The Curse of Crow Hollow, which was recently published on August 4th, is a horror suspense story that touches on a variety of themes relating to religion and human nature.
It is about some weird occurrences that took place in a small town in Virginia. One night a group of teenagers went to hang out on a mountain that everyone in town usually bypasses because the witch Alvaretta lives there. Long ago, Alvaretta’s husband died but she believes he was murdered and she cursed the town for it. For years no one has bothered her or heard from her, but the morning after the teenagers’ mountain sleepover, one of the girls realize her mother’s bracelet was stolen by a creature that left behind weird hoof prints. They follow the prints to Alvaretta’s property, where they encounter the witch.
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Daily Prompt: Trio No. 3
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m the only one up. I’m glued to my laptop, tapping away at the keyboard as I write about the previous day when I hear a disturbance downstairs. It’s a scraping, tumbling sound, as if someone had broken in through the back door and knocked down the alphabet blocks that my niece had left in front of it. We had stacked them before retiring to bed.
I’m tense as I listen, wondering if someone is breaking in. But all is silent now. I begin to relax and then—there’s the noise again! Immediately I’m on edge. I consider waking my parents but that will take too long plus this is an old house and the floors creak. The robber will hear me. Why didn’t we activate the stupid house alarm? Did we activate the alarm? I can’t remember. My mind is racing and my adrenaline is pumping, rendering me immobile. I don’t know what to do. Now it sounds as if someone is creeping around downstairs, trying to slide their boots along the wooden floors to avoid the creaks. Maybe if I move around a bit it will scare him off or maybe he will come up here and kill me. Ah, what to do?
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