The Winter Horrors
Her sister, Isabell, and her mom were asleep, but Ella could not sleep. She had an eerie feeling in her gut. It was the nastiest, scariest feeling she had ever felt.
Sebastian River High School's Literary Magazine
Her sister, Isabell, and her mom were asleep, but Ella could not sleep. She had an eerie feeling in her gut. It was the nastiest, scariest feeling she had ever felt.
I’ve been sneaking out to see him. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t leave my husband. My kids need me.
He was looking at me with a dark look in his eyes, almost as if he was looking right through me. I let out a gasp and turned around to start running. I only got a few feet ahead when I slipped on a mud pile and fell to the ground.
They told her she would not return to school ever again. As they walked down the street, Mallory’s innocence slowly and painfully began to crumble.
When the man reached the car, he shoved his face right up against the window and glowered with crazed, bloodshot eyes. His hair was wild and entangled with dirt; blood layered the side of his face.
The gravestones stood silently, row upon row like soldiers long forgotten, until a scream shattered the silence. It was the black widow. She dressed in a long, white gown, covered from head to toe. Her black face was indescribable.
They did not care about us; I did not have the German roots like he desired. To him, Jews were a threat, and he would do anything to get rid of us.