Creative Writing: A Gothic Story

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Jocelyn was driving through a wooded section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the downpour. Jocelyn stopped the car but was taken down a hill by the rain. Fortunately, no windows broke but the doors we dented so badly, you could see them inside the car. Jocelyn kept hearing this wind blown noise. Bump...Bump...Bump On the fogged windshield letters started appearing. “Axe Murder Grove”. Thinking about the words, Jocelyn nervously bit her lip. Her memory started to return. This was the place where a man had taken an axe and hacked his wife to death over an affair. The axe-wielding spirit haunts this road. Behind the car, a bright, luminescent, glowing figure just stood there. “Open the door”, says an

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