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Write a story from the point of view of a ghost, werewolf, vampire, or other supernatural creature.

Posted in Halloween on Nov 14, 2025

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Between Fangs

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Steve once pushed his tongue over his teeth, between the two new fangs. They made it impossible to run his tongue along his teeth.They felt weird. They weren’t that much longer than the rest of his teeth, but human teeth still weren’t meant to protrude like that. Their mouths weren’t shaped for it. (But he wasn’t human any more, was he?)Now he knew why Dracula had that exaggerated voice. It was hard to talk with fangs sometimes. Well, that probably wasn’t the reason he was given that voice. It was just. . .His name was Steve. He had to be ca...

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Right This Way

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CW: Depictions of medical trauma “Right This Way Frances Crane’s stretcher made the hard left turn into Trauma Two, full CPR in progress. Abbey Roth, EMT on the ambulance crew, addressing the ER physician on duty, launched into her well rehearsed spiel; “Frances Crane, 86. We were called by a neighbor who heard a loud thump coming from the apartment upstairs. On arrival patient was found down on the floor, minimally responsive. O2 sat 84% on room air, sinus tach at 130, pressure 94 over 52. During transport patient went totally unresponsive,...

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The accident

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Why can’t I hear or feel anyone? Why is the car upside down? I see her—that’s my mom. She looks so sad. Maybe if I just get close enough, I can talk to her.“Mom, I’m here. Is everything alright?” She’s not answering.“MOM, ANSWER!” No, this can’t be happening. Am I dreaming? Why can’t I wake up? Everything’s blurry. I can’t breathe. My eyes are slowly shutting. I can’t stop it. --- The same morning. Whoa—that was an intense dream. But wait, how did I get here? Why are my parents crying at a church? Maybe I’m not too late to enter. Maybe I sho...

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But I'm Not From Jersey, Or The Devil

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“Are you ready to get started?” Kelsey asked, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the round coffee table that was placed between her and Tim in the hotel suite. A ring light and a camera faced each of them across the table providing a perfect front facing camera shot for Kelsey and her interview subject.“As ready as I can be,” Tim said, adjusting himself to try and get comfortable in his chair given his cloven hooved legs and tail wedged through the back of the seat. The light was bright enough to squint, but he knew his eyes would adj...

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Child of Stone — The Misadventures of Terrtara

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Terrtara had never been the most skilful of cavelings.Ever since he had burst from a seam in the rock—sparked into being by a stray pickaxe strike—he had mostly stumbled from panic to confusion without truly knowing why he was alive or what exactly he was meant to do.The first thing he remembered was running.Huge dwarven boots thundered around him, shaking dust from the beams above as miners sang and swung their tools in unison. Terrtara darted between their steps, terrified of being crushed, and flung himself into a narrow crack in the ston...

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Shovels in the Cemetery

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My name is TC Shoal, and I died back in 1987. Oh, and I’m a ghost.The cemetery I’m in has looked kinda bad for years. If I had a corporeal body, I would definitely be wading through some tall grass and tripping over some old tree roots. The caretaker hadn’t come out there in years. Well, no one really had, at least to my grave. There were no flowers on my grave now.On this particular night, a fog filled the graveyard, and with the old, gnarled trees mostly bare of leaves, it looked spooky even by ghost standards.I had been enjoying solitude ...

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A Shaggy Wolf Story

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A moody drizzle threatened an upgrade to sharp downpour. Sensing the shift in the weather, Mike hurried to the familiar comfort of his local pub. Mike didn’t mind the looming dark or the chill, but he loathed the damp. He had been walking for hours, and his bad leg ached. He had certainly earned a restorative pint and a welcome sit-down, he decided. He waved cheerily to the regular flotsam of Wessex barflies and waited impatiently for Gary the landlord to finish serving a family of tourists. Mike surveyed the Grockles with grumpy distaste. T...

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Gas Station Sushi

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Don’t believe what the horror movies tell you. Ghosts can’t do anything. They can’t make things levitate. They can’t appear before you as some ghoulish apparition. And they certainly can’t flicker the lights or change the channel on the TV. Believe me, I’ve tried. Instead, ghosts are subjected to a mundane existence that I can only correlate to the life of a pet. Except, even pets have the privilege of being interacted with every once in a while. While we are on the subject, pets also are not aware of anything supernatural. No spiritual rada...

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Hogare and the Witches

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Horgare rose up slowly. It had been a long successful night of burning villages, eating women, and taking more treasure. “In fact,” thought Horgare, “it was a record night. Three of those women were really tasty. Yum.” And. “Look at all this loot. I could barely carry it all home and it has almost filled the room completely.” The cavern was huge, with lots and lots of smaller caves and nasty crevices that only his body could breach. His treasure room was large and protected by four crevices. Even if some of those dirty little men got in, the...

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Nightmare in Elm Trees

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The trees call me Eddie. You’ve sort of got to accept the name your family gives you no matter what, but I like mine. I think it’s a great one. Better than some of my friends’, I can tell you that.Living with the elms is wonderful. They’re very welcoming, actually—especially to the lost ones. I might have been a lost one once upon a time, but I don’t remember clearly enough, so you don’t have to quote me.The elms start off great and stay great. They’re gentle, gracious, lithe, sweet, they give great hugs, and they sing lovely lullabies all d...

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The Reluctant Demoness

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Astrid had heard of the game Demon Hunters: Judgement Day, but she had never played it. This made the fact that she’d been sucked into the viral video game horribly, terribly, unfair.The thing Astrid did enjoy was broken terracotta pots. Where the owners saw trash to dump on the curb, Astrid saw possibility, a new identity to overwrite “broken.” Assembling the shattered pieces into a tiered fairytale world packed with succulents and small ferns gave her a pleasant buzz of satisfaction. Even her horticultural failures received a place of hono...

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Forbidden

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Immortality is a gift, but a curse also. I have watched civilizations rise and fall, seen empires rise from sand and return to it, witnessed kings born, dethroned, and forgotten. I have survived wars, both human and supernatural, that carved scars across time itself. Yet after centuries, one law has remained unbreakable.No supernatural shall ever love a human.Not because I am tempted. Not because I am weak. But because the law is absolute. It is the boundary that prevents our world from collapsing into chaos.Aliens, werewolves, vampires, fae...

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Night Shift at the Cemetery

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Jim stood up, brushing the leaves and dirt from his blue twill pants, and wiped a smudge from his cheek. The night smelled like rain and pine, the kind of damp, earthy cold that seeped into the bones. Fog clung low to the ground like some lazy old hound that refused to get up. Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out his silver watch. He didn’t need the glow; he knew the weight of 3:00 a.m. by instinct alone, but old habits die hard, or in his case, didn’t die at all.Another shift had begun.He set off down the gravel path, boots crunching ...

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The Full Moon Treatment

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"I will be recording our sessions. This is a requirement by the state." The scrawny man with the whispers of gray in his hair pressed the record button on his video camera. He sat down in the metal chair across from me, placing his hands on the sterling silver table and spoke to the camera. "My name is Dr. Johnathan Friedman. I am recording from the Ohio State Psychiatric Ward for the Criminally Insane. It is Wednesday, October 28th, 2025. I am sitting here with Mr. Tyler Costas. Our session will begin now. Tyler, how are we feelin...

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Before I Go

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I stood as motionless as I could and watched a hummingbird as it visited the feeder hanging from the eve of my apartment. As it went to move away, it hovered just outside the window for a second and stared in at me. I wondered if it saw me. Do hummingbirds have thoughts like we do? If so, what was going through that little mind as it peeked in at me through the pane of glass separating us?I turned away from the window and faced her. Her face was red and swollen from crying. She’d been at it all night.“I’m sorry,” I said. “This isn’t anything...

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