The first challenge is simple, you must write a original ghost story. I will search and make sure that it is not a copy of something. Once we have a few ghost stories, I will set up a poll, and the winner of the poll will be able to claim one of the following games:
Remnant Records
Dome Keeper
Station to Station
Mcpixel 3
When she moved into her new apartment she knew it wasn't her forever home. The building was old, creaking with every gust of wind, but it was cheap, and that’s all that mattered.
On the first night as she tried to get comfortable on the old thrift store bed she heard a soft lullaby almost as if it was drifting on the wind. It was so faint she couldn't rule out it being her imagination.
On the second night she heard it again, louder this time. Maybe it was her neighbour. She had heard the old lady from next door shuffling about and muttering to herself through the thin walls.
The third night the lullaby was louder still. It must be the neighbour, she thought, but soon drifted off to sleep.
On the fourth night the lullaby was heard once more. Louder again, as if her neighbour was stood with her toothless mouth against the wall, whispering to her. She tossed and turned. After several hours her patience finally snapped and she banged on the wall. The lullaby abruptly stopped.
On the fifth night she was woken by the lullaby. It was right in the room! As she struggled from sleep to wakefulness she tried to rationalise what she was hearing. It couldn't be in the room, could it? She fumbled around for the lamp switch, knocking over a glass of water. She found the switch and turned on the lamp which flickered briefly. As she turned towards the sound the lamp abruptly went out.
She saw the ethereal shape sat at the end of the bed. It was a woman! Her neighbour? Did she have a key? How did she get in? She sat up and started to speak but the words were lost before they left her lips. The woman at the end of the bed was clutching a bundle. A baby? She was rocking back and forth as she soothed with her soft lullaby. As she breathed in to prepare to speak the woman at the end of the bed turned, displaying a face that wasn't there.
