Bam17:
Dedicating this to God first of all, and then to my awesome friend, Xavier5. Dude has always been there for me. I love you big time!

Oh, and do check out his books He's an amazing writer

Bam17:
For my first story...

"Have mercy, Father, because I have sinned. I have done many terrible things that I am not proud of, and I deeply regret them." These were my exact words as I knelt outside the confessional.

  For someone who was not a Christian, I didn't think God would answer my prayer. I had never even thought he existed until the previous day...

  "I've wasted many souls," I gulped, contemplating whether telling this man was the right thing to do. "Many souls, and I humbly regret," I said remorsefully, preparing myself to bear whatever came next.

  I wasn't born a killer. In fact, I used to be a very sweet boy. The world had turned me cold, and I was left on the streets to fend for myself. The outside world was not as it appeared. I was at the mercy of whatever I could find on the streets until a man picked me up. He appeared good at the time, and I thought I had found my savior. But he wasn't my saving grace. He was the antithesis of what a Samaritan could be called—a monster disguised as a sheep. His heart was cold, very cold, and full of darkness. He was merciless, a sworn partner of the underworld prince who tortured people for fun. Men. Women. And even children who knew nothing. These were all people who had committed no crimes that warranted the death penalty. I tried to flee several times, but he always managed to reclaim me. He was a madman; a demented beast who spent his days sawing people in half. I soon became a part of his activities, abducting people and using them as we pleased. We gave each of our victims a slow, painful death, ensuring that they suffered before entering the great beyond. We were highly possessed. It was how mad we were, and how delusional. Not a single person could tell what we did. Even the cops could not identify us. We appeared charming in society, but were ruthless in our blood. One could liken us to beasts. Manslaughterers—and even organ harvesters. The latter was also part of the job. We sold every organ we claimed and profited handsomely, but we could not brag about our wealth because of the horrible life we lived—

  I didn't know when my tears dropped; I'd finished recounting my ordeal. I bet the Reverend was surprised. My confession must have shaken him to the core. A heavy load was lifted off of me, and I felt a sense of inner peace. At the very least, I was going to pay for my sins, comforted by the knowledge that I had told the world what I had done. I was prepared to face the law. I didn't want to be a vagabond anymore, so I waited for the cops to come.

  My atrocities were enormous, and I never imagined God would forgive me for shedding innocent blood. Just then, a light shone on me, and I looked intently, completely perplexed. The cries of the restless spirits that followed me everywhere had stopped; they had vanished. I cried bitter tears, hoping for salvation, but I knew there was no escaping this—I was going to pay dearly for my sins.

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By the way, I still haven't found the perfect title

Bam17:
Oh, how could I forget ProjectsCityNG, thank you so much for today. Your advice really went a long way.

Bam17:
Also dedicating this story to silverlinen. He never forgets me. Gosh, I owe you

And, my fans The ghost readers, of course. Can see you guys perfectly well This remarkable piece is also for you.

silverlinen:




I dey with you always

silverlinen:
Okay, now this is something different

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ProjectsCityNG:

Bam17:
Dedicating this to God first of all, and then to my awesome friend, Xavier5. Dude has always been there for me. I love you big time!

Bam17:
LINDA'S DOLL

Linda was a timid seven-year-old girl who owned a ragdoll that was unlike any other. The doll could sing and talk like a human, which fascinated Linda, but it also made her uneasy with its constant giggles and cackles. She tried to show her mother the doll's remarkable abilities, but her mother was always too busy to pay attention.

One day, Linda decided to get rid of the doll that had become a source of fear for her. She dumped it in a garbage can outside and went back to her room to color. She hummed as she worked, but her peace was soon interrupted by a voice that said, "Raggie."

Linda froze and looked around, but there was no one in the room except for her teddy bears. She tried to ignore the voice and continued coloring, but the voice persisted, and she heard it again, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?"

Linda's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that the voice was coming from under her bed. She got up from her little chair and made her way to the bed, crawling on all fours. She peered under the bed, but there was nothing there. The voice kept repeating, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?" Linda was frightened and didn't know what to do. The voice sounded eerily like her doll's.

Bam17:
LINDA'S DOLL

Linda was a timid seven-year-old girl who owned a ragdoll that was unlike any other. The doll could sing and talk like a human, which fascinated Linda, but it also made her uneasy with its constant giggles and cackles. She tried to show her mother the doll's remarkable abilities, but her mother was always too busy to pay attention.

One day, Linda decided to get rid of the doll that had become a source of fear for her. She dumped it in a garbage can outside and went back to her room to color. She hummed as she worked, but her peace was soon interrupted by a voice that said, "Raggie."

Linda froze and looked around, but there was no one in the room except for her teddy bears. She tried to ignore the voice and continued coloring, but the voice persisted, and she heard it again, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?"

Linda's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that the voice was coming from under her bed. She got up from her little chair and made her way to the bed, crawling on all fours. She peered under the bed, but there was nothing there. The voice kept repeating, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?" Linda was frightened and didn't know what to do. The voice sounded eerily like her doll's.

Babbyad:
I'm enjoying stories... Is there a way you can compressed all to PDF series by series. Then sell.

Xavier5:


Giving me the Annabelle, Chucky and Imaginary vibe 😏.

Beautiful stories you have going, but I don't know if it's just me, the stories seem incomplete. We deserve closures on them 🙃.

Amazing stories btw 🙌.



#Xavier

Bam17:
For my first story...

"Have mercy, Father, because I have sinned. I have done many terrible things that I am not proud of, and I deeply regret them." These were my exact words as I knelt outside the confessional.

  For someone who was not a Christian, I didn't think God would answer my prayer. I had never even thought he existed until the previous day...

  "I've wasted many souls," I gulped, contemplating whether telling this man was the right thing to do. "Many souls, and I humbly regret," I said remorsefully, preparing myself to bear whatever came next.

  I wasn't born a killer. In fact, I used to be a very sweet boy. The world had turned me cold, and I was left on the streets to fend for myself. The outside world was not as it appeared. I was at the mercy of whatever I could find on the streets until a man picked me up. He appeared good at the time, and I thought I had found my savior. But he wasn't my saving grace. He was the antithesis of what a Samaritan could be called—a monster disguised as a sheep. His heart was cold, very cold, and full of darkness. He was merciless, a sworn partner of the underworld prince who tortured people for fun. Men. Women. And even children who knew nothing. These were all people who had committed no crimes that warranted the death penalty. I tried to flee several times, but he always managed to reclaim me. He was a madman; a demented beast who spent his days sawing people in half. I soon became a part of his activities, abducting people and using them as we pleased. We gave each of our victims a slow, painful death, ensuring that they suffered before entering the great beyond. We were highly possessed. It was how mad we were, and how delusional. Not a single person could tell what we did. Even the cops could not identify us. We appeared charming in society, but were ruthless in our blood. One could liken us to beasts. Manslaughterers—and even organ harvesters. The latter was also part of the job. We sold every organ we claimed and profited handsomely, but we could not brag about our wealth because of the horrible life we lived—

  I didn't know when my tears dropped; I'd finished recounting my ordeal. I bet the Reverend was surprised. My confession must have shaken him to the core. A heavy load was lifted off of me, and I felt a sense of inner peace. At the very least, I was going to pay for my sins, comforted by the knowledge that I had told the world what I had done. I was prepared to face the law. I didn't want to be a vagabond anymore, so I waited for the cops to come.

  My atrocities were enormous, and I never imagined God would forgive me for shedding innocent blood. Just then, a light shone on me, and I looked intently, completely perplexed. The cries of the restless spirits that followed me everywhere had stopped; they had vanished. I cried bitter tears, hoping for salvation, but I knew there was no escaping this—I was going to pay dearly for my sins.

.
.
.

By the way, I still haven't found the perfect title

Xavier5:


Peace offering accepted. Now let me go and read 😌🙃


#Xavier

silverlinen:
Okay, now this is something different

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