Natalie Gray
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Welcome, Travelers! Allow me to introduce you to a compelling world of Magick and Mystery. My stories are not for the faint of heart, but should you deign to read them I hope you will find them entertaining and intriguing to say the least.
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Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 7
When Harold's daughter, Alice, turned eight, she only asked for one present. All she wanted - all she ever wanted - was a dollhouse of her very own. Harold was a single father though, and didn't have much money to spend on something as extravagant as a dollhouse. He had to work two jobs just to make ends meet, and even then he and Alice were practically living hand to mouth. Still, he couldn't bear to disappoint her again. So began his search to find his beloved daughter the dollhouse of her dreams.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 6
Long ago, there was a boy named Sean. He was a mischeivious little lad, with a talent for pranks and getting himself in trouble. He was just as talented, however, at getting himself out of trouble, being naturally gifted as a fast talker with lots of charm. Despite his antics, the people in his village were fond of him, and had taken to calling him "Jack" instead of his given name. This seemed to fit his impish nature more, and he found he quite liked the moniker. His mother and father loved him dearly, but often warned about him taking his pranks and jokes too far. "Having fun was all well and good," they would say, "but someday you'll have to grow up, and take responsibility for your deeds." Jack would brush off these warnings, being the heedless youth he was, and often just did as he pleased.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 5
Sadie was a very sweet, bubbly young woman. When she graduated high school and made it to college, all she wanted was to be a sorority girl. Her mother had gone to the same school and was a sorority girl in her day, and Sadie wanted to be just like her. Her first day on campus, Sadie pledged to become a new Sister of her mother's old sorority, Theta Nu. What Sadie hadn't realized was Theta Nu had changed significantly since her mother was a student. Several rumors had been circulating for almost a decade about the cruel and unusual initiations Theta Nu put their pledges through, however none of them could be substantiated.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 4
There was once a man driving home on a quiet, rainy night. He'd had a long, hard day, and was utterly exhausted. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open and maintain his lane. Luckily there weren't many other cars around due to the lateness of the hour, otherwise his constant nodding off at the wheel could have had disasterous results. The rain fell more heavily as he came to a four-way stop. His usual route was blocked by a fallen tree, leaving him no choice but to take the scenic route through a network of back roads.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 3
Many years ago, there was an old woman who lived in a secluded wood. Rumor had it that this woman was a witch, but honestly no one really knew for sure. She did have a very uncanny sense of intuition, however; if someone lost a head of cattle in the night, the old woman knew who had taken them. If a person had gone missing, she would tell their family exactly where they could be found. No one knew how she knew these things, but she was rarely if ever wrong. She brewed tinctures and poltices as well for the locals, to cure everything from rheumatism to the common cold. The legend was that all she asked in payment for her services was a dollar for herself, and a dime for her blind old coon dog.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 2
I've heard it often said that the best ghost stories are true stories. In this case, they're right. Before I was born, my mother lived in a small, close-nit neighborhood. My oldest sister was a small child at the time, so my mother became a full-time stay at home mom while my father worked. She hadn't been in the neighborhood for too long before she became close friends with her next-door neighbor. The woman who lived next door was elderly, but very kind and outgoing. She was a retired schoolteacher, and made decent money as a piano tutor in her golden years. My mother was - and still is - a teacher, and enjoyed playing the piano as well, so they quickly bonded over these common interests.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 1
To my knowledge, this story is true... although there will be some who doubt its validity. In the rural Southern town of Grantville, Georgia, long ago, there lived a young woman. She was betrothed to a strapping young man, although he was very poor. In order to raise money to buy a wedding ring for his beloved, the young man took a job with the railroad company. He was gone for many, many weeks at a time, but the young woman's love never faltered. Every time he came back home at the end of the month, he found her waiting for him at the railyard. He knew it was her even at a distance, because she would always bring a lantern with her. Seeing the lantern swinging from afar would fill his heart with joy, knowing that his love was waiting to welcome him home. In response, he would blow the train whistle three times in a row, to let her know he saw her.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 17
Penelope grumbled to herself as she scratched out a few more notes. She was still fuming at Daniel, not believing he could do something so heinous. On top of that, he completely shut down when she confronted him about it, which was nothing like the man she knew. Granted, he was known to be shy and awkward at times, and she had been quite forceful in her scolding. Penelope paused a moment, wondering if he behaved that way because she had been too hard on him. Try as she might, her temper often did have a way of getting the better of her at the worst of times. She thought back to the look on his face: he seemed embarrassed when she confronted him, remorseful even, and like he wished to say something but couldn't. "Perhaps it had just been a misunderstanding," she mused, feeling a pang of regret at remembering how shocked and miserable he looked when she'd slapped him.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 16
As Danny walked back to his chambers, huddled once more in the blanket Mother Abigail had given him, he avoided speaking to the other nuns he passed. Nothing could prevent him, however, from hearing the whispers circulating around him as he walked by. One snippet of conversation between two of the younger sisters made him pause in his tracks and listen in. He knew eavesdropping was rude, but his curiosity temporarily outweighed his sense of decorum.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 15
Danny lay there as still as a corpse under the covers. His heart thudded faster against his ribs with every step the intruder took closer to his bed. The room was pitch dark save for the sliver of pale moonlight that crept in through the cracks in the shutters, shielding the intruder's identity...not that Danny would be able to see them very well anyway without his glasses. Soon however, he was able to make out a silhouette in his peripheral vision, standing directly over him. He tried to control his breathing and lie as motionless as possible, pretending to still be asleep. If he could surprise them, there was a chance - however slim - that he could overpower his attacker before they carried out whatever dastardly deeds they had come to enact.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 14
Life at the convent was quite simple, yet rather peaceful. The sisters had developed a seamless routine of pray, eat, work, repeat, and Danny and Penelope fell into that routine with little difficulty. Mother Abigail had a seemingly endless list of minor repairs and routine maintenance tasks for Danny to do in addition to helping out with the daily chores. Although by far not the most skilled carpenter or plumber, Danny knew how to swing a hammer and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if the need arose. Every other day, a handful of the sisters traveled down into the valley to the nearby village, to help out the elderly and infirm. Penelope elected to go with them on these little trips, mostly so that she could check out the village book shop and do more research on the internet there. Danny, of course, couldn't leave the convent for a myriad of reasons, but was usually kept so busy he didn't have time to notice her absence.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
