Mikhaela Janna Jimenea Lim
Bio
I write / My favorite genre is horror / I can sing,rap,and dance / Color red is my bias / Bini_member
Stories (2/0)
Harmony's Flight: The Farmer and the Mythical Guardian
In the heart of the verdant province, amidst the towering trees and meandering streams, there lived a young farmer named Mateo. Known for his unwavering kindness and deep connection to the land, Mateo was a beloved figure in the community. His days were filled with tending to his crops, helping his neighbors, and cherishing the simple joys of rural life. One fateful night, as the moon cast its silvery glow over the village, Mateo sensed a shift in the air. The usual tranquility that enveloped the province was disrupted by an eerie presence, sending a shiver down his spine. Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, Mateo decided to investigate the source of this disturbance, guided by a sense of duty to protect his home.
By Mikhaela Janna Jimenea Lim4 days ago in Horror
Whispers in the Shadows: Exploring the Secrets of the Abandoned Apartment. Content Warning.
Deep in the heart of the city, nestled among towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there stood an old, forgotten apartment building. Its weathered facade hinted at a past filled with life and laughter, but now it loomed silently, its windows broken and its halls empty. Intrigued by the stories whispered among locals, my friend Maya and I decided to explore its mysteries one moonlit night. Armed with nothing but flashlights and a nervous excitement, we slipped through the rusted gates and ventured into the eerie darkness within. The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of decay, our footsteps echoing softly on the cracked tiles. Shadows danced around us, cast by our wavering beams of light. As we climbed the creaking staircase, each step seemed to echo louder than the last. On the third floor, a sudden draft sent a chill down my spine, and Maya’s grip tightened on my arm. We exchanged a nervous glance, but curiosity drove us forward. We had to know what lay hidden within these forsaken walls. In one of the rooms, we found remnants of a life long abandoned old furniture draped in dusty sheets, like ghosts frozen in time. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards beneath our feet. As we moved deeper into the maze of rooms, a door at the end of the corridor suddenly slammed shut with a deafening crash, making us jump in fright. Heart pounding, we exchanged panicked whispers, our minds racing with thoughts of what could be lurking in the shadows. The air grew heavy with a sense of unease, as if the very walls were watching us. Shadows seemed to flicker and dance in the corners of our vision, playing tricks on our frayed nerves.
By Mikhaela Janna Jimenea Lim4 days ago in Horror
