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Blossoms~ Snowball Effect Part 11

She's got Twillie's back. Or rather, the back of her head.

by twillieblossom
Ink: Dark Contrast - Part 6

I'm in.

by june_scarlet
Ghoul Catchers

Who ya gonna call?

Also by perduco

by applefaerie99

Ghostly Woes - Fashion!

It was a good idea... for someone else.

by fanofjake
Janet and Jane: Monster Hunting

This is how you get a monster hunter mad.

by chasing_stars44
A Spooky Halloween: Part One

The Invitations

by ghostkomorichu
Shop Clearance

Truly terrifying

by fourin
Royal Pain

NEVER SAFE

by winner19955
Lame Pun Presents: Holiday Hijinks Part 1

It's so nice to have the whole family together.

by blackaavar
Edna's Tricks

Ahhhhh!

Also by marbear_4u

by suspensiion

Random Oddness - Ghosts & Monsters

Uh... Please?

by mistyqee
Coltzan's Request

If Coltzan randomly gave you a request... would you accept?

by mbredboy31
 
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"The Monster Inside" by spidermanfan234
"I have a riddle for you, Master. Do you think that you can solve it?” No, the answer sought could not be found in books— His wits strewn—he threw them from the shelf, While the mirror asked a question dared by none. “Riddle me this, Thade: What have you become?” Rage exploding, glass shattering—he looked, And saw a reflection of himself. Broken, twisted, ugly . . . but not quite dead; Only darkness left inside his head. Darkness was everywhere. Thade took comfort from the darkness. It had consumed him. Numbed his pain. Negated poisonous thoughts like: accepting defeat and making amends. It had brought him solace when nothing else could—when he had even failed himself. And the darkness had made his choking insanity seem less . . . insane. His life was darkness now, and it was just fine. Most of the time. Thade left his library and roamed the house. The nice thing about being dead was that he no longer had to walk through each room to get places. He WAS the house. Well, to be more technical (and less cool-sounding), his undeparted spirit inhabited and controlled the house. Either way, it definitely came in handy when scaring the wits out of foolhardy adventurers who entered. He took joy in frightening them to the point of crippling terror. And he never failed to cackle with glee each time their speech crumbled to incoherent babble. For some reason, entertainment like that never got boring.




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Everything She'd Asked For
It was dark – it was always dark for her, even when the sun burned hot in the sky. She was not a creature of light, had not been for some time.

by dianacat777

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Mutts & Mystery: The Petpet Detective Book 2
“Estebon,” the receptionist called, “the Scientist will see you now.” “Would you like me to come with you?” asked Hendro his owner, a shadow Shoyru and a detective for the Defenders of Neopia. “No, I can focus better alone, thank you.”

by pedigree_chump666

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Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide:Mutant Graveyard of Doom
This week, we’re adventuring through graveyards and avoiding spooky creatures to get in gear for this ghostly season. Mutant Graveyard of Doom is one of those fun games that combines problem solving and adventure.

by krazypinkgurl

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Shadowy Writing: An Open Letter from the Shadow Usul
My fellow dark citizens, I write this message to enlighten you of my background and experience. Many have stood in fear of the Shadow Usul, evil incarnate. Many have wondered where such a creature could have come from.

by xale22

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The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Ten
As the carriage passed over the bridge and through the city gates, Pharazon shuddered. The dark energy here was so thick that it seemed to dim the very sunlight. Even Neopets on the streets seemed to at least notice something wasn’t right, as they went about their day looking anxious and harried

by cosmicfire918

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KATIPO I: Restart: Part Six
Her footsteps fall light in regret. She’s tasting her mistakes on the back of her tongue. All she can do to keep the shame from bursting through her ribcage is cross her arms and count her steps — three, four, five, six..

by theschizophrenicpunk



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