“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.” – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

So guys, I’ve decided to put some of my writing on this blog as a source of inspiration and so on. What I’ll be doing is posting short stories and the like here in snippets and will be updating them weekly.

Some of these stories will be based off of internet horror stories or creepypastas, which I will link down below. However the story, characters, etc, all belong to me so please, do not copy or steal my writing.

This first is based off of a ritual called ‘The Knockertell”.

WARNING: Strong language, graphic violence and scary themes ahead! Read at your own risk….

Sometimes we do things because we are desperate, other times we do things because we are foolish, but in Jasmine’s case it was a mixture of both.

With a loud thud, her head hit the desk and she let out a long sigh: now she had a headache along with the fact that stress was already driving her to the brink of insanity.

Fuck me.

There was a knock on her door and the young female groaned as she lifted her head from the wooden surface and dragged herself to the front door but when she saw who was standing on the other side she wished that she hadn’t even woken up this morning.

“Well hello to you too, beautiful.”

Two words,

Julien Frost

“What the hell do you want?”

“Well I thought that you would want to see me, Jas. But I guess I’m not wanted so I’ll just go home and cry over the fact that my best friend doesn’t wanna see me.” Julien put a hand over his heart and feigned a look of mock sorrow.

Jasmine groaned for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and stepped aside. Julien let a cocky smile grace his lips and went to make another snarky comment but was silenced by the female’s glare. Rolling his eyes, the blonde stepped into the small apartment. It wasn’t much, one bedroom, a living room and a decent sized kitchen but that was the best you could get in Newton. It was a small town on the edge of a forest; it may have been bustling with activity but it was a tired old town as far as Jas was concerned.

“Mind telling me why you’re bothering me?”

Julien was grinning as he replied, “I thought you could use some company, you’ve been lookin’ really down lately.”

Jasmine covered her face with her hands and let out a humorless laugh. “You wanna hear it?” Julien didn’t make a sound but she knew he did. They had known each other for a long time and Jasmine knew all too well that he was an extremely curious person. He didn’t stop until he got what he wanted and right now he wanted to know what was bothering her. If she didn’t tell him, she would end up with an even bigger headache than she had to begin with.

Jas uncovered her face and looked at the man in front of her. He was a good head taller than her but then again she was incredibly short to begin with. He had medium length blonde hair and forest green eyes that spoke volumes. His sharp defined features would have made any woman weak at the knees. But he had a little quirk to him; Julien Frost was a thrill seeker, he hated sitting still and loved adventure. However, unlike a normal person he didn’t go rock climbing or hiking but instead chose to hunt the paranormal. The man was obsessed and did not let go of the subject.

Jas on the other hand was very skeptical; she thought that Julien was wasting his time and money on this little obsession.

“Fine here it is. You remember my new book No Return?”

“Yeah, good book I liked it.” Jas shook her head and looked down at her hands.

“Yeah well apparently everybody else didn’t. Rumors been going round that say it isn’t gonna sell. Julien if this thing doesn’t sell the Authors Society will kick me out and I’ll end up on the streets.”

The Authors Society was a group of bestselling authors exclusive to Newton. It was a big thing to get in and it had taken Jas two years to do so. However it wasn’t the support of the other writers she was concerned about, rather it was the financial support she would be losing. Even as a writer she didn’t make much, Newton was made of gold and it was hard to gleam as brightly as the sun.

The brunette’s head shot up as she heard Julien speak, “even if the Society casts you aside, you can always stay with me.” The smallest of smiles creeped onto her lips but it disappeared just as quickly it had come.

“Frost you barely make enough as it is what with your ‘hobby’. If you tried to support me we’d both end up in the gutter.” Next to being a skeptic, Jas was also a realist; if the society did kick her out she wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Her parents were dead; she had been an only child and neither parent had any siblings.

“Okay…You’re going to think this is crazy and I already know you don’t exactly believe in the supernatural but…”

By now Jas’s brows had nearly reached her hairline,

“There’s a ritual that may be able to give you some peace of mind.”

She was now sitting up in her seat eyes full of disbelief and skepticism.

Julien held up his hands in surrender, “hear me out, I’ve looked into the ritual and it seems a bit iffy but there’s still a chance that it can work and what have you got to lose?”

Well that’s all for this installment keep an eye out for the next part, coming out soon. Feedback is appreciated. Please copy or steal, enjoy.

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The Knockertell ritual

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