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Zane had no idea what he was doing wrong and it was beginning to worry him. From the day of their first kiss, things had started out great. He and Jack spent every moment together, going to the mall, playing video games, watching movies, reading some of Zane's work. Jack had become much more happy and upbeat, so much so that his mother commented on his change in character. Even then when things seemed at their greatest there were times where Jack would slip into a sort of sadness that was hard t

There was a knock on the door. Zane's heart began to beat a mile a minute and he raced to the door. In his head he could just picture Jack standing there in his doorway, all shy and adorable. He'd probably be wearing some over-sized shirt like he always did and maybe a pair of skinny jeans so Zane could take a good look at his cute little butt. Zane giggled to himself and opened the door wide to "Hiii Zaaane!" What the bloody Hell was Meg doing draping herself over his door frame? Zane didn'

Thanks for the review! I was worried about it being "vanilla" because no real drama has happened yet because I'm trying to build it up in the later chapters, but I'm glad chapter one was still interesting.

Thanks! I realize I do jump from first to third person, it's a bad habit and I am try to fix it...trying. I think it's my mixing up the subjective/limited third person perspective (wikipedia terms...) and first.

A couple of minutes had already gone by before Zane could hear footsteps coming to the front door and the handle jiggle. In his head he prayed that it wouldn't be Meg answering the door. He wasn't really looking for any sort of drama today and considering what happened last time, she seemed to be someone who carried it around with her. The door cracked open and Mrs. Finley popped her head out. "Yes? Oh, hi-eh Zack, was it?" she said. "It's Zane, ma'am. It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Finley."

Stepping out into the mid morning sun, Zane felt like he was some prehistoric creature crawling out from it's cave for the first time in millennia being blinded by the light. In a way it was kind of true. He had been cooped up in his house ever since the summer had started and after an entire week of laying on his bed, in his underwear, binge watching shows on his laptop, he was getting a little stir crazy. Today, on a whim, he decided to get dressed and go walking around the neighborhood. Who g

A simple, little story about a teenage boy, Zane. He becomes interested in the new family moving into his quiet little part of the suburbs, especially their son, Jack.

Eric stared blankly at the book. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on edge and goosebumps riddled his body. Slowly he closed the old tome and noticed his hands were shaking. That story wasn’t written like the others. It was like someone’s diary, as if a real person had written it, had lived through that horror. It chilled him. There was something else too, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it had to do with shadowy figures and hauntings. It seemed almost too

Eric grimaced. That story had been rather grotesque. It hadn’t even been that scary, just full of blood and guts. A little too much for his taste. There was a fine line between horror and plain gore, and this one was pushing the edge. “What’s the matter?” Eric heard Danny whisper. “Nothing, it’s just that one wasn’t really scary and it was too short too.” Eric flipped the pages hoping Danny wouldn’t be turned off and decide to leave. Despite his worries he felt him co

Eric had goosebumps up his arms. In his head he thanked his parents for not moving their family to Japan and for not having a big spider problem. Eric wondered how someone could have possibly come up with all of this. Where they urban legends? Folklore? Or something born deep within the recesses of a twisted mind? This book seemed to have so many stories in it, a real treasure trove of delicious literary horror, and he was excited to see what else they could find inside. The weight on

“You know you’re not even supposed to be up here.” Danny whispered, “You know how your dad gets when we start going through your family’s old stuff.” “Don’t worry” Eric said, “we’re not gonna mess anything up. He’ll never find out.” He made his way through a maze of dusty, old boxes in the dark and musty attic. Eric loved to go up to this place, this treasury of strange antiquity, although his father always chastised him for “ruining priceless family history.” In the light of his flash

Eric and Danny have been best friends since forever and share a healthy love for Horror. Eric finds an old horror anthology book amongst his grandfather's old things entitled "Tales of the Dark" and reads it to Danny with hopes that it will bring them even closer together. Little does he know what lies in store...