Ghost Stories
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It’s that time of year, the haunts are haunting and we are proud to present to you three tales that will send shivers down your back. We do present the best serial fiction on the internet, so come back soon for Issues 2 and 3 of Volume IV of our Halloween Special.
In the spirit of the season, I will recount a ghost story of my own. I bought my house in the spring of 2016 in Rock Hill, South Carolina. It is along Cherry Rd, near the cemetery, and honestly, it’s a very pleasant cemetery to walk around in, along the nice walkways and under the shade of plenty of trees. I like my house, it’s cozy and it has a nice backyard and brick grill.
I lived here alone for about six months, and maybe a couple months after I moved in, I was asleep in my bed, or I’m sure that I was asleep, though I can’t really remember waking up, but I was in my bed and the lights were off. There was suddenly a woman at the foot of my bed, like she was sitting there, and she was singing over me.
I panicked and started kicking, and of course when I sat up, she wasn’t there. And that’s why I’m sure that I was sleeping, probably having a very realistic dream, and I startled awake and of course a woman in my dreams wasn’t actually there.
But I can’t remember waking up.
We’ve got more ghost stories for you tonight and we hope that you will come back when we continue.
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Tonight:
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Is it over? Should this even be in the Halloween Special anymore? If you read the end of Volume IV, the Darker Resurrection Crossover event, then you know that the Alia that was in hell is no longer there. And if she is no longer there…
Silas in Hell: “Silas wakes up. He is in his home, in his mansion, in his bed next to his wife, and he looks over at her with a smile.”
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It’s a sick, sad world and in the dark parallel, Illuminatos is the biggest reason why. Meet the woman behind all the madness, the woman who unleashed pure evil on her world with hopes of conquering the universe.
Illuminatos: “It is a privilege to be a member of the Consortium of Human History. The best thing from my perspective is access to the annals of the organization that contains rare texts authored throughout humanity’s long and storied history. Some texts are thousands of years old and they show that man, the conscious Earthling representative of the planet, has an incredible understanding of the universe.”
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Horror always starts in tragedy. Rebel Max brings you the heartbreaking tale of an animal that was brutalized by a man, belying the logic that man is somehow superior. And of course, it’s only the beginning.
Poor Orbison: “Orbison was a horse on the Crowder family farm in the northwestern tip of Ladoga, North Carolina. The farm raised horses; a few had run the Preakness, one, a steed named Carolina in my Mind, was currently out to stud in Kentucky. Orbison was the son of a horse that was called Lucky because the owner, Mr. Edward Crowder, had intended to kill him.”
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