Welcome to my Saga

  Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves. Maddie learned not to... She's the quiet girl with a gentle smile, the one who listens more than she speaks. She's loyal, thoughtful, and easy to love. But beneath her calm exterior lives a heart built from lessons no one should have to learn. Every betrayal has become another lock. Every secret, another wall. This diary isn't just a collection of memories. It's a record of broken trust, whispered secrets, strange encounters, and the whispers in the darkness that began calling Maddie's name when no one else could hear it. Based on real life events of L Mystic Saga the line between truth and nightmare slowly disappears. Every entry uncovers another piece of a mystery that refuses to stay buried, and every answer only leads to more questions. If you're looking for a some type of hero, you can close this diary now it is not for you..... But if you're willing to walk beside a girl who loves deeply, forgives caref...

  Yasmine knew that the old brass key that was hidden in the flowerpot was not meant for her, but being a young, curious mind can lead you into places that your sound mind wouldn't dare let you walk into. Yasmine put the key into the door, and as she turned it, it made a soft clicking sound as she let herself in. When Yasmine walked into the ballroom , the dust curled through the air like a ghost of past music.  Yasmine stepped onto the old ballroom floor, which creaked softly under her feet, and in the center of the room sat a violin that had aged centuries. A cold wind pressed against her back, and then soft music started to play as the shadows formed into shapes of dancers. They moved in rhythm, faceless and somewhat graceful in a creepy way. "Dance with us," a soft voice uttered. The voice was like silk. The music played softly in the background as Yasmine's feet started to move without a thought, pulling her into the waltz . She was spinning with her...

 

Elder Witch in the Cursed Hospital

These days, I have been pondering and dealing with family and forgiveness. I have been writing a mix of stories and poems based on a few true events in my life, turning them into a horror vibe, which is the only way I know how.  Healing through this on my own, rather than waiting for an apology, is no longer an option. Struggling with how I want to proceed, but it is all coming together. I wanted to do a video storytelling theme for my YouTube channel where I can narrate and read some.  I wanted to get into this a little bit so people could feel the story and words.  Here is half of a poem I wrote to start my journey.  Shadows whisper low, A young girl stands beneath the light. Calm exterior, yet a strong tempest within. Her heart, a tornado of hurt and pain. Her eyes are like pools of midnight flames. Reflecting on the wounds of her past, Clutching a grudge in a river of fire. Binding her spirit to chains.  Thank you for your continued support. Copy...

  The Blue Man in the Blue Suit with the Sinister Smile    Every day, I walk home the same way because I love stopping by my favorite candy store on Smart Street. I would go there and speak to Mr. and Mrs. Bard for a few minutes and then head home, but on this day something was unusual and a little bit off. A man stood in the store wearing a dark blue suit that was very clean, and he had on shades that looked very mysterious in person. Another thing that stood out was that he was all blue! He was talking to Mr. Bard about his new car, and as I stood there, he turned to me and smiled. His smile was creepy.

The haunted store          Working the grave shift has its advantages and disadvantages, but overall, I am in love with the graveyard shift. There are so many more things that you can learn when you are working at night than in the daytime. I have only had about two friends work at this location, and both of them moved on from it. I live down the street, so it is easy for me to get here. I had never worked at a store before, so I wanted to give it a shot. Management used to have a store clerk who worked here, but due to a robbery three months ago, he is no longer with us. They say he haunts the store to protect it, but I am not sure. I have a hard time with spirits and all of that stuff. I guess I never really believed in it until Friday night rolled around. 

           A Father's Encounter with a Haunted Chain Letter

Made by Author      A girl named Holly was called over to her neighbor's house to babysit their daughter, Kelsey, while they went out for the night. Holly hated to babysit Kelsey because she always played pranks on her to scare her. Fast-forward two hours before Holly is sitting on the couch with her phone while Kelsey is supposed to be in her room. Holly hears a loud “THUMP!” coming from upstairs, thinking that it's Kelsey. She yells at her to get in bed, but the sound continues, which makes Holly get up.

In the crypt where shadows creep, Lilly B. stirs from her sleep. Her cauldron boils with fates untold, in the murky depths secrets unfold. Whispers haunt the moonlit dale, as Lilly chants her ghastly spells. Beware her hex, it dooms to blight; those crossed by Lilly vanish into night . Stay tuned for a Lilly B story!