Author Archives: Hannah Johnson

About Hannah Johnson

I work as a housekeeper but I hope to eventually make it big as a writer because I love writing

Untitled but my second attempt of a horror story.

Chapter 1 Zoë Leavenworth was a nineteen year old freshman and was driving back home to Devils Base, Alabama. The town was small and the name was creepy itself but it was a nice town to live in. She got … Continue reading

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” The Headless Spirits”

Chapter 1 14 year old Katie Turner and her parents moved into an old Victorian 2 story house not knowing the history behind it. It had been abandoned for five years before they bought it and there were many stories … Continue reading

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” The Baby”

No mama please don’t kill me. I am going to be a baby someday. You will grow to love me just wait and see. No mama don’t do it I love you and you love me. So please don’t kill … Continue reading

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” Daddy”

“Daddy” Daddy you mean the world to me. I am that person that your eyes see. I may not have become what you wanted me to be. Have done what you wanted me to do. But I am what I … Continue reading

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” Do I”

Do I not breath the same air you breath Feel the same pain that you do? Cry the same tears you do? Do I not hurt like you do feel sad like you? Bleed the same color you do? Love … Continue reading

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The Secrets She Holds

Chapter 1 Virginia Cantrell was driving down interstate 530, but she didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was that she had to leave the town of Evander. She was leaving behind everything and starting over. She also … Continue reading

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” Looking Through Their Eyes”

I was walking through the halls I did not have many friends. I was picked on day after day,week after week. I was shoved in lockers kicked, tripped, books knocked out of hand. I tried to fight back but failed … Continue reading

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