Kavin suffers from trauma and he don't want to live in the world. So, he placed his thoughts on nature and happened next is unimaginable horror

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When Freddie reads of hauntings at Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park in Ontario due to a mysterious lullaby, "Lucilla", he drags the gang on an unexpected canoe trip, where he's determined to prove that not only do ghosts exist but also that not every villain hides under a mask.

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Freddie, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy are leaving soon for college, which causes them to fear that their mystery-solving days are over. As the gang leader, Fred takes matters into his own hands and tracks down one last mystery for them to solve--the legend of the Ghost of Ontario in the Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park.

While canoeing on Lake Anima Nipissing to search for clues, the gang runs into an amnesic hermit who claims he's only ten winters old and has never heard of the Ghost of Ontario; yet, whenever he's around, strange things happen, such as unexpected storms and angry spirits. It looks like he may be the gang's biggest mystery yet, but is this mysterious hermit a masked villain or something more? And what is this "Lucilla" that everyone in the provincial park keeps discussing?

It's up to the gang, Scooby, and one brave young man to solve this mystery--for all of Ontario.

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*Don't ask... LOL!**FYI: This story is based on a TV show, so expect a screenplay-like writing style.**Moral Lesson: "Some people are not what some people think they are."

Prompt Used: #91 - No one believes you. But you are the only one who can solve this mystery--for all of them.

U noveli je riječ o mladoj ženi izvanserijskih sposobnosti. Zove se Gilah. Kako se tekstovi polako nižu, stječe se uvid kako je do tih sposobnosti došlo i kakvu to sudbinu povlači za sobom. Osim likova, važnu ulogu imaju i specifični geolokacijski prostori u kojima se radnja događa. Baza je Izrael, odnosno Bliski istok, ali ne staje na tome. Naime, radnja 'skače' po cijelom svijetu...

When life is hell, heaven's just around the corner. Chlyce Esastella is just an average everyday girl cursed with a below average life--OR IS SHE? When mysterious but enchanting Joshery Cristo shows up giving her wierd warnings and dire proclamations, a mystery is unfolded right at Wayvale High. Soon Chlyce finds that there's more to life then she ever imagined, and that she might not be so average after all.

The saga begins now, but fare warning to all passengers--this ride's guaranteed to give you dark dreams and a broken heart.

Prologue

A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.

Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.

Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.

As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its lights flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.

The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him. Gradually, he begins to turn his head and sees a beast staring at him with bright yellow, a goldish iris surrounding its pupils. He continues to scan the creature from head to toe and notices blood dripping from its mouth, “Hello, Tre.” The beast smiles and reveals its teeth, soaked in blood. “We warned your parents, and they refused to give you up. They ignored our demands and showed no fear when threatened.” The beast's hands clenched, its claws digging into his palms. “My masters will not be ignored if they ask for anything; there should be no hesitation or resistance in getting what they want.” Tre stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched the beast’s blood dripping from his palms.

“Since I’ve removed your parents from the equation, I suggest you come with me.” The two stared at each other, allowing the silence to fill the ever-shrinking hallway. His fear turned into defiance. His parents had risked and lost their lives, refusing to give him up. Even though he was just a teenager, Tre knew he had a choice, and he would rather die than be taken away, giving this beast and its masters the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. The beast grinned, tilting its head sideways. “I ask you not to be foolish and believe you have a choice. Make this easy on both of us; no one wants more blood to be spilled.”

Suddenly, the front door was kicked in, and he saw a flash of light. “Holy fucking shit! What is that?!” Bullets started flying towards Tre and the beast; multiple bullets ripped through it while a stray hit Tre in his left arm. “This is Officer James!! I need backup at—”. In the blink of an eye, the beast dashed forward and slit the Officer’s throat from ear to ear. The Officer's eyes grew wide with shock, and fear spread across his face. He reached his neck with both hands and fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only gurgling from the blood filling his throat was audible. The beast walked up to him and placed its hand around his, pulling his hair back and exposing the neck as blood poured faster and faster from his wound. The last thing Tre saw was the Officer moving his lips, mouthing the words “Run.” The beast then pulled upwards, removing the Officer’s head from its body, and with a loud thud, the Officer hit the floor, and Tre sprinted for the back door.

Eren Nor, wakes up on a school's rooftop with another student named Terry Phaser. They're both suffering from dissociative amnesia, for any information about their friends, family, or personal interests, are completely forgotten.

The school is completely surrounded by an endless white space, with a single radio tower in the distance. They explore the school in hopes of regaining their memories, but it seems that every memory makes them grow farther apart.

This surreal purgatory they are trapped in, starts to become a labyrinth, for rooms start to move around, any attempt to escape leads them back to the roof, and there's something haunting the school hallways.

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Daniel Matton wasn't ready for an adventure, not until 3023 sent him into space on a journey to prehistoric times. The prehistoric animals test his patience, but Dan must endure all the pain and suffering to return home safely.                                                                                                          ***

Seventeen-year-old Daniel Matton, still grieving after his mother's death five years ago, is given the adventure of a lifetime when he's selected as the Star of 3025's PPMC Project for a journey through a black hole, wormhole, and white hole to prehistoric times. Now, does Dan want to be the Star? Heck no, but he has loved paleontology ever since a bittersweet memory with his mom twelve years earlier.

Programmed to resemble Dan's mother's personality, PPMC vows to keep him safe on his journey, but it's difficult when the stubborn teen constantly gets in trouble, not just with himself but also with prehistoric anomalies: volcanic eruptions, eight-foot-long millipedes, terrifying saber-toothed cats, and, above all, disaster.

Now nearly trapped in time, Dan and PPMC must work together to escape the geologic time scale before Dan's love for paleontology and the mighty Quetzalcoatlus prevent him from learning how to truly trust PPMC and "let go" of the burden that's weighed him down for five years.

A teen, a starship, and Becca...

Have you ever wanted to see where life first began?

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*First Draft Written: 8th grade*

*The story behind the award-winning short story, Messummer!*

*Includes slow-burn world-building and epic adventure in prehistoric times!*

When Vanessa Hudgens, a world-famous actress, disappears without a trace on a quiet California night, the search for her begins as a routine missing persons case but quickly spirals into a chilling enigma. Friends, family, and authorities find no answers—only silence. Months pass, then years, until her abandoned Ferrari is discovered on a lonely stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway, surrounded by tire tracks that defy explanation.

The investigation deepens, revealing a terrifying connection to XMVs—extraordinary motor vehicles that blur the line between machine and nightmare. Sightings of these unearthly rigs and cars have been reported for decades: vehicles that seem to think, vehicles that can vanish into thin air, vehicles that seem to hunt. Linked to bizarre abductions, mutilated landscapes, and eerie encounters, these XMVs aren’t just anomalies—they’re threats from a realm humanity barely understands.

Through the eyes of investigators, survivors, and paranormal experts, the mystery unfolds. Were these XMVs merely mechanical marvels, or were they harbingers of something far worse? What role do they play in a shadowy, interdimensional conspiracy, and why do their operators seem both familiar and alien?

The story is not just about Vanessa’s ordeal. It’s about the fragile line between our world and others—about what happens when that line breaks, and the unknown comes roaring through at 100 miles per hour.

This is a tale of paranormal intrigue, relentless investigation, and the unsettling discovery that the roads we travel may lead to places we were never meant to go.

​​​​​​​Disclaimer

This story is a work of speculative fiction and should be treated as a "What if?" scenario. While Vanessa Hudgens is a real-life celebrity, the events, characters, and situations described in this narrative are entirely fictional.

The story does not intend to portray Ms. Hudgens, or any other real individuals or entities, in a factual or realistic manner. Instead, it explores a paranormal and investigative "what could happen" narrative set within a purely imaginative framework.

Fans of Vanessa Hudgens and readers alike are encouraged to enjoy this tale as a creative exploration of mystery and the unknown—not as a reflection of reality.

Jonathan Warner is back.

This time, he is a Paranormal Investigator under the jurisdiction of the Paranormal Bureau, working peacefully alongside his lover and partner, Anya Sechina.

However, the two of them are thrust back into danger when Jonathan's close ones die one by one after being marked by an eight-hundred-year-old branding.

Who is behind this series of murders? What does the branding mean? Will they solve the case in time, or will Jonathan lose everything in his life once more?

Living your life on the edge is all fun and games, until the ground shifts before your feet and you wind up dead on the streets with a hole in your head.

Informant Jonathan Warner is perfectly content with living his life one exciting night at a time. But when his cop friend asks him for help regarding a dead auctioneer and a missing jewel, he finds himself suddenly dragged into the hidden world of vampires and immortals.

What do immortals want from him? Who killed the auctioneer? Why is this jewel so important? And will his life ever be the same again?

This is the tale of the Immortal Stonekeeper.

“Love can be dangerous, Ray. And we both know,

YOU CRAVE DANGER.”

Dark… evil… demented…

That’s what Raven Magicae fell for…

The exact definition of monster.

In her nightmares, she’d dream of him standing over piles of dead bodies… eyes so dark they looked black… and he’d be smiling as his victim’s blood trailed from his lips… staining them a bitter red…

When he looked to her for the first time, she knew from the beginning that he wasn’t normal.

His eyes held no mercy.

Not even for her.

And now that Malachi had her life twined between his fingers…

All her nightmares would come true.

But deep inside the monster… was there a light…? Or was his soul completely covered in shadows?

She knew he was her captor… a monster… but she couldn’t control herself…

And she had to remind herself of who he really was…

But who was hereally?

(part of the enchanted realm)

Live according to Christ, These myths ain't the perfect sacrifice, If people care they gon pay attention, If evil is in the air they gon pray for ascension, Not talking about everybody, Not walking with everybody, Now you the enemy cause I got the energy.

Spiritually disciplined cause I'm biblically heaven sent, Repent with a pure intent, Don't be bent in the impure ascent, You free to invent but I don't consent, New tea to blot the sin rent I'm content, The prophecies must happen, No time for capping.

Old folks turned foes coming out the woodworks. Gold yokes burned by the blows of good works, They want to see if you still have the light of Christ, They hunt you in the night of sacrifice, Loved ones and close ones tuned goats, The doves sing heart notes.

Being real means walking in love with no fear, Being healed means walking with the dove in any year, Biblical discipline is your spiritual insulin, The walk in Christ is everlasting, The talk in Christ is ever fasting, Repent cause the enemy won't relent.

Crop the cake, Stop being fake, I'm appalled by people's actions, The fly on the wall is the evil attraction, If need be everyone is required to repent, If the seed is free everyone is wired to intent, Think right, Think light, Don't blink in the night.

Training ground, Graining ground, The crops will yield with practice, The drops will heal with brackets, You watching the game, Who's watching the name, Society keep acting like they sleep but faking like they woke, Try to lie to me but the truth I soaked.

We all need Christ for everything, The seed of Christ is not a play thing, Baptized in that holy water, Better act right if you a starter, Used to play bench, Now they confused cause I broke the wrench, Power of the lion, The hour where the world is dying.

Make sure your thoughts are obedient to Christ, Don't take the cure of the cults cause the ingredient is a sacrifice, They quake in the drought cause you're defeating them with the price, God's love is free, God's dove is free, No more chains, No more stains.

Destined to walk in my spiritual service, Investing in my walk by biblical worship, Lean not on your own understanding, Behind the scene the thunder is landing, Love is not in bondage, The dove is not in carnage, See first then you can heal the thirst.

Times of refreshment and perfect peace, The crimes of enmeshment and worship of the beast, I know history is rough, But the victory ain't bluff, Jesus really paid the price, Deceivers thought they really played the Christ, He still rose. God is who I chose.

Speak your voice, Speak your choice, All in righteousness, All in Christ is blessed, Stop rejecting God, Stop injecting your bod, Don't fall victim to the deception, Don't fall for the rhythm of the inception, Can't play games, Thank and pray for the names.

Determined to free the captive, The sermon is the key to be active, Better wake up, Can't wife her if she caked up, Love ain't lost, The dove ain't lost, You ain't looking within, You cooking with sin, Now they glitching and switching, Stay out the kitchen.

God made a way, God paid the way, Perfect atonement, Worship no opponent, Eternal life is real, The journal of a wife will heal, Then came Jesus to deliver the world from deceivers, Simulation like a museum, Any situation you can't fuse them.

They reminiscence on the past, They lost heaven's kiss when they were cast, God don't play with sin, God won't play with sin, This simulation is temporary, This situation is in the sanctuary, The temple is within, The sample is opinion, I bless not guess.

You can try to fulfill biblical prophecy but only God can do that, You plan to try to pull the will of spiritual privacy only the fraud would do that, The meek is available to help by love, The meek is unfailable to melt the bluff, Toxic not exotic.

God's precious grace is written on my face, Had to learn to give people their space, Had to learn evil can be erased, Must give credit to God, Trust the medic of God, You are healed, You are sealed, Indebted to Jesus, They inverted lukewarm believers.

Had to learn the hardest lessons to recognize they can't burn my harvest blessings, Focus on the now, That hocus is not a vow, Be careful what you say in your mind and mouth, Be thankful of how God is kind with no doubt, The law of truth, It's raw in truth.

God don't deal with stupidity, God don't deal with cupidity, We weren't given a spirit of timidity,  We're living in a spirit of infinity, I know eternal rules, Don't enroll in the inferno schools, My journal is the views, The lab of the infernal is news.

Can't steep the rust, Can't sleep with lust, Wake up to what's coming. Can't fake up what they summon, I know they messing with me, But they ain't the one who blessing me, Only God, You know your heart holy when they act odd, We don't play no joker card.

My attitude is integrity, My gratitude is eternity, Roll with the punches, Bowls of fruit in my lunches, They know what they do, The day is soul what they do, See through their features they only worship creatures, Lip service, Can't clip my purpose.

People can't handle the lion, The evil in the candle is dying, You think it's a joke, You think you woke, Holy spirit got them shook, They only fear it cause you know the Book, I don't do the autograph pertaining to the art of craft, Justice or wrath.

Just admit you signed a deal to reject Jesus, I don't trust no habit to blind the real believers of Jesus, We see with clarity, We see with charity, They want you to be part of the system, They don't want you to be set apart with wisdom.

Feel like I'm in the lion's den, They steal time in the Cern to destroy your lens, For the elect's sake the days will be shortened, For disrespect sake they pray for abortion, Solar eclipse is it a hoax or do you regard the notes, Dunk talking, Monk walking.

Make the most of your life in righteousness, They take the ghost to give to the scientist, Keep seeking God's face, Keep meeking God's grace, We're universal expressions of love, There's no reversal impression of the dove, Live fully. Don't live unruly.

Live for the glory to God, Give more for the story of God, Alpha and Omega, No laughter in the soul breaker, Seek mercy and justice, The meek they will try to curse thee with substance, Be sober minded, Game over don't be blinded, Transcend, They can't stand.

The reflection in the mirror, The dimension is clearer, Transcension is nearer, Matrix ain't set in stone or in code, The ancients didn't bet on the bone in gold, Some cast lots on the innocent, That's why they didn't last when they did the realest sin.

You can only control how you feel, You can only control how you heal, Give people their space, If you live evil you will be erased, It ain't what if I have grace, You can't trust the devil, You can dust the devil, Bone collector, Throne protector.

Your birth name details your life, The earth game is like retail for life, Get out of the rat race, Get out of the cat pace, Be set apart from society, Be set in your heart as priority, Be a winner not a sinner, Pay them no mind, Pray for your mind.

Grace covers my every heartbeat, Space covers my every star treat, Crucify your flesh, Who's fly in the test, No crash landing, No trash banding, The sun is rinsing to erase what they claim is convincing, The Almighty rules, In light they think you a fool.

If they idol looking, I'm Bible booking, Keeping my heart on the verses, Deepen my heart on the verses, You realize all this is due to transgressions, We will rise when they fall due to confessions, This ain't race laced, This is grace based.

So many errors, So many terrors, Still got to walk right, Still got to talk right, Can't fear if it ain't God, Can't hear if it ain't God, I know the dread they have, I know Jesus bled to save from the wrath, We don't sin at jokes, We win at cracked yokes.

How did it go from eating potato chips to now brain chips, If you go past your limit, Then you will be the last to mimic, Microchips and hydro clips, The world scared to return to nature, But they prepared to relearn the danger.

I ain't take no oath, Thank God for the quote, There's a message in every line, There's a presence in every mind. There's a blessing in every sign. Final four horsemen, Don't be idle in the core of the endorsement, Christ stamped me, They price is to vamp me.

What's headed to this earth got them dreaded by the birth, The flesh withers, The blessed rivers, A lot of people talking the equation, But how many people walking in the ancient, God is King. Scars on my wings, World turned to a mess, To Jesus I confess.

Class lootings, Mass shootings, Third temple, Word ammo, Earthquakes and disasters, Birth rates and the pastors, No need to read faster, No need to speed faster, I lasted through the doubt, Don't be without the juice casted out,

Live in grace. Given space, Righteous standing, Crisis landing. Always be ready, Always be steady, You must be born again, Trust the world won't be sworn again, This the last go around, The past is going to the ground, Loud and clear, The crowd I don't fear.

Book of Amos, Look for the angels, Shook cause they see the bengals, They took to spend gold, There will be a great revival of hearts, There will be a great arrival of hearts, Jesus is Lord, Visas for the cord, Christ is Sovereign, The price was the offering.

Don't bash the covenant, Don't trash the government, That don't mean to bow down, That won't be the sound now, You acting unruly, I'm attracting truly, Return to your heart, They want to burn you in the dark, Be concerned to play your part.

Improve the faith of your heart, Remove the hate from your heart, Keep your love in God, Peep the dove in the squad, Obedience is better than sacrifice, The ingredients is the letter of the act of Christ, No this ain't fake, Jesus thought of you on the stake.

Wait expectantly for God, They hate heaven's tea for the heart, I'm encouraged in faith, Their sin is nourished by the grave, Close mouths don't get fed, Rose doubts don't get bread, Why deny love if it's truly real, Why deny the dove if you truly healed.

I say no to idolatry, They see the glow they doubting me, Can't take the soul out of me, I know the deception, Folks mad cause I declined their reception, Diabolical schemes, Psychological dreams, The game is froggy, Jesus name is the reason they mock me.

Through thick and thin, Truth is they only click when the land sin, The world is sick if you tapped in, Pray for the lost, Don't play for the cost, We don't gamble. We don't ramble, Spiritual warfare, Biblical hardware, Paid up. This ain't made up.

Open your spiritual lens, Hoping the world gets a biblical cleanse, What happened to society, They capping salvation is not the priority, The vibe is low, The hype is glow, Who shine with Christ, Who grind with Christ, Who mind on Christ.

Love and peace and faith is key, The doves ban the beast and save the free, They keep lying, Pray we keep flying, Where's the reciprocation of kindness, There's anticipation of sinus, Spread the name Jesus, Daily bread in the name of Jesus.

Subconscious threat, Obnoxious bet, They know you know, They want to slow your flow, The glow real. The crow steal, Conqueror and a champion, Not a wanderer in the mammon, They hate God not you, My fate in God not you, Try to cripple me, Christ delivered me.

We lift your name, No myth for the game, Walking with Jesus, Talking the gift of Jesus, Healed by love. Sealed by love, Fully in peace, They unruly in the beast, Kindness is a plus, The finest is a must, They try to slay the meek cause we pray at God's feet.

Prayed the name hard, Played the game hard, Money don't define me, Honey don't rewind me, Lord, change my heart finance, Don't break the cord of the heart's silence, We're like a mere vapor, I don't fear labor. Love thy neighbor.

Still amazed by God, They still in a haze cause of the flawed, Thinking I would fall short, I don't want the ball in my court, Stand tall cause life is short, Pray she don't call to abort, Christ paid the penalty, The sacrifice wasn't for vanity.

Point blank I'm been dealing with pride period, Anointed thankful I cried in healing had to bury it, Humble my mind cause they want to crumble my mind, Once in a while my eyes see women with lust, I know it's my flesh cause God said to be free of that bust.

Pray for the world, Don't play with the Word, Lost and I was found, The cost is the sound, Do you hear God, Do you fear the odd, It's clear life is hard, Ain't got peers cause they fraud, You can't trust no one on earth, You can't plus no one of birth.