So, this blog's URL comes from the fact that I used to run a horror club at my high school. It was never very popular, and a lot of the people there were seniors, so it basically died after that year ended and they all graduated. I still have some pretty fond memories of watching the Ghost Stories dub on Halloween- which was, ironically, one of the few times we weren't actually trying to scare each other.
Here's one of the stories I did for Horror Club.
"Once there was a city called Atkins. It was a city where children told each other stories about thunderclouds that become crows to flock in black masses. Adults said they never told their children these stories, and the area was so isolated that surely the tales were the work of overimaginative children sharing wicked tales.
"One has to wonder, though, why they developed these stories of troubled minds and darkened skies that inevitably arrived in the wake of the Murder of Crows, these stories saying that when the Murder was near, you could only hope they were not watching you while you were not watching them.
"They said that the Murder entered people’s bodies. They said that the Murder nested inside humans and rearranged their brains. They said that the Murder took people so far into the air that they entered another world. They said that to the Murder, people were nothing but food and shelter.
"That, and tools."
I think I called it "Storm Chasers." I probably thought it sounded artistic or something.
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