Horror stories

Once upon a time, in a quiet village hidden among ancient woods, there was living a little girl, who was curious above measure and whom everybody called Lily. Lily had an imaginative mind and a very brave heart. She enjoyed listening to scary stories before going to bed, unsuspecting at all that one night her own adventure was going to start.

This evening, misty with drizzles, Lily’s parents decided to tell her about the Whispering Shadows. As clearly as they could, they decided to tell the little girl about the shadows, advising her against being in the woods at night. The girl’s eyes sparkled, and she made her decision: she was going to find out if there really was such a thing.

Lily crept out of her warm, little cottage with the aid of a lantern and her old teddy bear, Leo, at the striking of twelve. Even the woods seemed much darker than usual and it was like the trees mumbled something between themselves.

She went further into the woods; now the light of her lantern flickered with every step, and suddenly a soft kind of rustling sound went up into the very air. Lily felt her heart race but refused to allow that any fear at this point and followed the sound where her courage would lead her.

Between the trees, it flashed; on this polished mirror of the pond, the surface sparkled. And there, by the water’s edge, lay the silhouettes of the Whispering Shadows—shapes of creatures she could have made little meaning out of, transforming as they shifted.

Bravely, Lily approached them.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The shadows had turned toward her, and one stepped out before her, taking on a form as if it were a wise old owl.

“We are memories of the woods and tales woven within the wind,”

he spoke in such a chilling yet calming voice.

“Why do you whisper?” Lily inquired.

“We tell stories, stories of the forgotten but never gone,”

the shadow replied.

“Not so long ago, we were the creatures from the forest, but now we are the ones that turn out to be its mystery.”

Lily felt a mixture of curiosity and empathy.

“Can I hear a story?”

The shadows began to dance, creating a spectral display by their movements. They would tell her stories of daring knights and naughty fairies, of the lost treasure and magic lands. In the meantime, Lily, in amazement, listened to the animated stories from the very first minute the narrators started with her lanterns.

The longer time of the night was successively turning her fear into so much wonder that she felt sure she wanted to be friends with the Whispering Shadows and never let this moment go. Just before the first light of dawn, the shadows whispered their final tale and began to fade away. Lily watched them go with such a grateful heart. She took her lantern home, Leo in her arms.

From that night on, Lily never felt afraid of the dark or the unknown. She knew even in the shadows there were stories, and friends to be made. And so, smiling into the drift of her mind, she fell asleep, an adventure waiting in dreams. And beyond, under the glimmer of the stars, the shadows murmured on in their timeless dance at the heart of the ancient woods, forever sharing in the forgotten stories of the world.

How about reading some poems?

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