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Halloween Spooky Stories👻🎃 Topic 3# Laura Verlice, a 21-year-old college student decides to visit her mother, Katherine Verlice who is a mentally disturbed patient at Domus Malum Asylum, a mental institution that houses the most insane and disturbed patients in America. On an eerie night, she drives her car to the asylum. Unknown to her, what fate has in store for her tonight, something sinister awaits her. After 1 hour of driving, she reaches the asylum. Laura exits her car. Domus Malum Asylum lays in front of her eyes. The asylum gives an unwelcoming feeling. The building is gigantic, shady and unearthly, as if there are forms of malevolent forces lurking inside. Laura gazes at the infrastructure. She summons her courage and enters the asylum. Entering Domus Malum Asylum, Laura heads to the administration block. A staff that is working the night shift notices her presence and asks the purpose of her visit. Laura tells the staff that she has scheduled an appointment to visit her...

Halloween Spooky Stories👻🎃 Topic 3# In the bathroom, showering myself with cold water, I try to freeze my mind from thinking about the unpleasant thing I met earlier, but the playback of the weird incident could not be stopped at all. After a hectic day on campus and doing my assignment research in the library until eight-thirty in the night, I walked back to my hostel, with my mind overwhelmed by all the assignments and courses works that I had to complete. At the ground floor near the hostel staircase, I felt something fall on my shoulder. “Ew, a cigarette butt!” I grumbled at the same time I brushed the cigarette butt off my cloth. It was also at that moment, another cigarette butt dropped right on my shoe, leaving grey ashes on the white canvas. I immediately looked up and found who I should blame for this nuisance act. Two young men, who seemed to be college students like me were leaning on the corridor wall on the fourth floor. Although the surrounding was so dark, ...

Halloween Spooky Stories👻🎃 Writing Prompt 1# Just as I get to the most nail-biting part of my favourite netflix series, the lights go out. My body jerks automatically at the click of the switches. As I take a deep breath, it feels as though I'm breathing in fear that rapidly runs from my head to my toes. Suddenly, I hear my kitchen windows burst open with the sound of wind violently gushing in. Hesitantly, I get up from my cosy couch and inch my way to the kitchen. With each step, my senses are on alert. My gaze zooms in on that single opened window while the eerie sound of the wind echoing in could not be any more disturbing. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I instinctively jump and turn around. “Jeje, the lights went out.” says my little sister. “Oh my gosh you scared me!” I exclaimed, but clearly from her shaky voice, Joelene is just as afraid as I am. As I stretch forth my hand to close the window, a noise catches our attention. A high-pitch cry, a whimper li...

 I'm never going back to physical class! Wow, time really flies and here I am, in the first week of the final academic semester of my degree life, before heading for an internship from January to April 2022. Meaning, I will not have the opportunity to have physical class. Let me share my experience after 1 week of an online class in my final academic semester. I’ve categorized my thoughts and feelings into happy things and my obstacles. In fact, these are the pointers that I’ve shared with my online counselor during our counseling session. Happy things that happened in week 1 1. All 10 am class Well, I have been suffering from insomnia. Hence, 10 am classes from Monday to Friday sound like a great deal to me. In short, I am thankful for this timetable arrangement because I will not need to force myself up for 8 am or 9 am classes. 2. Meeting new people I started my course in January 2020 and classes have been conducted virtually since mid-March 2020. Besides, I’ve been taking class...

  InkSpill Competition - Writer of the Month!  Whispers echoed along the unilluminated hallway; I could feel people watching and talking about me. It was too dark for me to see anything, but did I really want to know what was in the dark?            Feeling overwhelmed, sad and anxious, I didn’t know what to do. I had been here for so long and I was unsure if I even made any progress in my journey. This dark hallway just seemed so endless, just when I thought I reached the end, there was always another turn. “When will I ever reach a less gloomy hallway?” I thought to myself. I blamed myself for being here, although it was never my choice, to begin with. I often hear voices calling me slurs and a disappointment, trying to break me. When they do, I crash and fall in silence, I didn’t want to call for help because I knew that nobody would care enough to show up and I would just be let down. These voices convinced me that no on...