Mhaey is a Writer

The city was a wasteland of broken dreams and shattered lives. The neon lights shone bright but offered no comfort to the desperate souls that roamed its streets. The rain fell like tears from a broken sky, washing the filth from the pavement but never able to cleanse the corruption from the hearts of the people. She walked the streets with purpose, her coat pulled tight around her body, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of life. She had heard whispers of a new drug, one that promised to take the user to the brink of insanity and beyond. It was called 'Splatter', and it was the latest craze in the underground world of the city. She had to find it, she needed to know what was driving people to the edge of madness. As she walked, she felt a sudden urge to turn down a dark alley, as if something was calling to her. She hesitated, but the pull was too strong, she couldn't resist. At the end of the alley, she found a door, a door unlike any she had seen before. It was...

As I walked down the deserted street, I heard my name being whispered on the wind, but when I turned to see who it was, no one was there. Suddenly, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck and a voice whisper, "I've been waiting for you." 

     It was a warm summer evening in the small town of Griffinhallow, and the sky was painted in a beautiful shade of orange as the sun set behind the hills. But as the night approached, a strange silence took over the town, as if everyone had suddenly vanished into thin air. All that remained were the flickering street lamps, casting eerie shadows on the empty roads.      Jenny was one of the few brave souls who dared to venture out into the night. She was a young psychology student, always on the lookout for new material for her studies. But on this particular evening, she found herself drawn to the old, abandoned mental asylum that stood on the outskirts of town.      As she approached the entrance, Jenny couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The windows were shattered, and the door hung off its hinges, creaking in the wind. But it was the strange energy that surrounded the building that made her skin crawl.    ...