Anime Review: Kakegurui

Holy heck it’s been a while since I did an anime review! This tells you that this show must be really amazing for me to want to rant about it.

Kakegurui! Whenever people say, “There aren’t any good new anime out there, nothing original,” I recommend Kakegurui.


This show. Is. Wack.

So basically, we got your average guy Ryota Suzui, he goes to a high school filled with pretty girls – typical anime, right? But here’s the catch: everyone in this school is filthy rich and obsessed with gambling. The social hierarchy is determined by who wins big and gives contributions to the powerful, all-seeing student council who basically run the shool.  Those who are in debt are called “house pets” and are slaves to whoever they owe and are treated like garbage by their peers.

Things get wild when Yumeko Jabami, the beautiful new girl, transfers to Suzui’s class. Seemingly innocent and sweet, she befriends Suzui and he warns her about the school’s gambling.


Well, lo and behold, turns out this girl’s a freak for gambling. Placing insane bets and winning with extreme luck, she plays not for the money or status, but for the thrill of gambling itself. Like she’s quite literally horny for gambling. Her crazy wins attract the attention of the eccentric student council members, all who are ridiculously good at their games – and ridiculously wacky as well. From a girl who collects human nails to another girl who’s hot for guns, Yumeko and Suzui face the craziest of crazies to reach the ultimate goal of gambling against the mysterious student council president.

I never expected to be so interested in a show about gambling. The over-the-top psycho characters and the tension of their games is the main draw to the show.  I’ve never stepped foot into a casino. The only card game I know is Pokemon. I couldn’t care less for gambling and card games. But this show managed to hook me for every one of its 24 minutes. Every challenger has a new game, some sort of crazy twist on an already existing game like poker. The rules are explained in the beginning and it’s pretty easy for noobs like me to follow. It’s almost like watching an episode of Yu-Gi-Oh in am alternate universe, with all these people on the sidelines overreacting to crazy plays.


There’s something really refreshing to see a high school anime with a regular guy and pretty girls that is NOT a harem. While Suzui probably likes Yumeko, his feelings are not a major plot point in the story. While the show is overtly sexual, the fanservice actually adds to the plot and character development, rather than acting as eye candy to keep viewers’ attention to an otherwise bland story. Many of the characters get some kind of sexual thrill from gambling – from the risks involved, the power, whatever it is they hope to gain. Seeing the characters get hot and crazy for something like risking their lives for a gamble is not only entertaining, but adds a unique element to their personaities, making them enjoyable people with intriguing interactions to watch.


A live action series has recently been released on Netflix (where you can also watch the anime). Since I’m only 3 episodes in, I can’t give it a complete review, but I so far like it even more than the anime. It works well as a live action since it’s a fairly realistic setting, and it seems even more over the top crazy, especially with Ryota’s hysterical reactions and episode recaps. You also see more of the abuse the students cause upon the house pets, giving it an even darker edge. The actors and actresses do an amazing job recreating the tension in the gambles and the psychotic breaks each character has when overwhelmed by the gambling thrill.


Have you watched Kakegurui? What are your thoughts? Feel free to leave a comment!

Thanks for reading! Stay spooky~~


Book Review: Dark Molly Book 1 (The End of the Beginning)

If the Blade and Kill Bill movies had a baby, the result would be the Dark Molly series. Written by C.S. Anderson of Alucard Press, “The End of the Beginning” is the start of an ass-kicking trilogy.


An off-shoot of the Black Irish series, Dark Molly stars in her own adventures this time around. After being tortured, violated, and turned by vampires and dark adepts, white adept Andrea Doyle is their “failed experiment” of a magic-wielding vampire. From her anguish, Andrea’s alter ego Dark Molly takes over her senses. Ravenous for revenge, Dark Molly seeks to destroy those who hurt her.

At only 138 pages with large, easy-to-read font, The end of the Beginning is an exciting, quick read that gets to the bloody brilliant action without hesitation. While the action is as intense and violent as any vampire-action story’s should be, the character of Dark Molly was the winning feature of the book for me. She is such a cool and badass character who will stop at nothing to brutally murder her enemies. Her spunky, fierce attitude is perfectly embodied in the strong, first-person voice the story is told from. Especially with the cliffhanger the book leaves off on, I’m super excited to see what Dark Molly will do next!

That being said, I plan to go back and read the Black Irish series before moving on to Dark Molly #2. I’ll be honest, I gravitated to Dark Molly first because of the cute goth chick on the cover. While I still enjoyed and understood the story without reading the first series, I feel like I didn’t get as completely immersed as I could have if I already knew the world, characters, magic laws, etc, previously established. From reading the back of Dark Molly #1, it sounds like I haven’t missed out on much of Dark Molly’s personal story, but especially with old characters popping up near the end, I feel it’d probably be best if I read Black Irish first to get the full experience.

You can buy Dark Molly #1 here! Also, check out C.S. Anderson and Alucard Press here!

Thanks for reading my review! Stay spooky~

Crypticon 2018: Post-con Post!!

What a weekend! Oh my goodness! Crypticon 2018 was my first author event EVER and wowee it was a blast! For three days, I sold my book with a few other talented authors from Blysster Press, my publishing company~


For those who don’t know, Crypticon is my area’s local horror convention. 3 days of spooky shenanigans, including costume contests, dances, makeup demos, panels, spiffy hearses, and a vendor hall filled with creepy art, accessories, and – of course – books! Blysster is a big sponsor of the event, as they annually host a short story competition there, so it was super neat to have a place at their table this year.

For the past month, 90% of my book sales went to friends, familtheir friends/family — basically all people in my network. Meeting new people outside my network and giving them my sales pitch was more fun and natural than I expected! I surprisingly never got sick of shouting, “Regular teenage boy meets undead goth girl, meets ass-kicking demon-fighting exorcists meets the demons and black mages!” Sales went really well, especially for my first event. I’m bummed it’s over already, but I’ll definitely be back next year and will have a few events in between.

I’m so grateful for everyone in Blysster Press for being such a supportive group of writers and con family. It was a blast spending the weekend with fellow Blysster authors Timothy BlackWilliam H NelsonT.J. Tranchell, and Charity Becker (who is also my editor and publisher) — thanks for putting up with my shenanigans! Please check out their books!!! They are all such talented authors and amazingly kind people. You can get their books (and mine!) from the Blysster site. 

And of course, thanks to everyone who took interest in my book! Whether you bought a book or simply took a business card, you are all the reason why I was there!  I had so much fun meeting new readers and talking to lots of con attendees! I miss the con so much and can’t wait for mext year!! If you miss me, too, keep on following my Facebook page and wordpress, stay updated on my next events, and don’t hesitate to message me if you wanna talk Midnight Waltz or even just say hello! 

Stay spooky~

6 Things I *Wish* I Did Before Releasing my First Book!

So as many of you probably know my first book is finally out! And you can get it here! Or here if you like eBooks and/or Prime shipping! Or wherever books are sold, really! As happy and proud as I am about it, there are so many things I *wish* I could have done or known about prior to my release. But instead of brooding about it, I’d like to share those tips with everyone!


1.) Build a following early on


I mean, I kinda did this. I had this blog for a bit, but I admittedly neglected it for a while when I was finishing up college. While I am grateful for the following I do have, had I been more consistent, it could be bigger. My Twitter is also hardly touched, and I’m still figuring out Goodreads. I always thought of having a YouTube channel, but it never really happened. Plus in this day and age, most authors do the bulk of their social media promotion, regardless of how big your publishing company is. In general, the sooner you can pull together followers other than your personal friends, the bigger audience you’ll have once your book is finally released.

2.) Contact reviewers/authors for blurbs before your final draft is finished


Not having a blurb won’t destroy you, but it can be nice to have validation from other writers in your genre on your book – plus it’s helpful to have for press releases. I didn’t know much about getting blurbs until my book was a month away from being released. Luckily I was able to get one from my editor for my press release, which was nice, but had I known about it sooner, I would have reached out to other authors. It’s important to do this early on in the process to 1.) give your reviewers time to read your book and 2.) make sure you actually get something – just because someone agrees to reading it, doesn’t mean they’ll actually get around to leaving you a blurb.

3.) Be prepared for technology to fight against you


Maybe I just suck with tech stuff, but uploading my eBook was a nightmare. It took a good 15 tries to get it formatted correctly, stuff wasn’t showing up on the stock page. Most of this resulted in me crying to my editor for help. And most of it was because of stuff I was doing wrong, not the internet. Nevertheless, leave time for fixing funky glitches. Staying up until 2AM to get stuff fixed last minute is not fun.

4.) Print your manuscript to read over before submitting it to your printer


I think my editor asked me like 7 times if my manuscript was good to go before she submitted it. Yeah, she looked over it several times, but of course I had the guts to change things around at 2AM last-minute. . . which resulted in plenty of icky typos and random extra words. And of course my mom kept saying, “You should print that off to read over before submitting it, it’ll look different on paper than on your screen.” And of course I denied that and got a nasty awakening when I received my proof copy in the mail. Granted, that’s the beauty of proofs, is that you still have time to get things fixed before the final print, but it definitely sets production back when you have over 20 errors to fix. Plus it was really embarrassing for me to send them all to my editor, after insisting everything looked good.

And yes. . . that is my shameful proof. . .

5.) Check out local bookstores/cafes for signings


OK so my editor told me to do this, like. . . back in December. While I did it a little, I definitely should have done it more. Check out shops, see who carries local books, attend author readings – getting a feel early on will ease your anxiety later on once your book is out. Which leads me to my next point!

6.) Break out of your shell and be outgoing!


I think a lot of writer folks can admit to being introverts. I personally struggle with talking to adults, especially ones I don’t know. Especially in a professional businessy setting. Even just sending out important e-mails is hard. The stress of releasing a book is already pretty intense to handle, but the anxiety of communicating with others for promotion only made it worse. While typing away on a laptop for hours is great for those who aren’t super social, it’s a lot easier to sell books when you readily throw yourself out there in the world. I’m doing it now, which is great, but it was definitely a struggle to break out of my shell and leave my room.


Thank you for reading! I hope these tips will be helpful to any new authors reading this. If you have any tips to add, please drop them in the comments!

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Midnight Waltz: My First Book!

Guess what, everyone? My book is finally available to buy! Just click here! Or if you’d prefer the eBook, click here!


This beautiful cover is done by my friend Kayge Abendroth – check out his art here!

So what’s this book about? Here’s a short(ish) and (kind of) sweet description:

At midnight, she awakens. . .
Over one hundred years after Emily Mavro’s gruesome death, the rumors remain strong: her corpse remains youthful and intact, resting in the abandoned Mavro Manor. On the night of the full moon, she rises at midnight from her slumber, in search of a soul to replace the one stolen from her.
After being rejected by his long-term crush, Anthony’s friends drag him along on their adventure to explore Mavro Manor in an attempt to cheer him up. What was supposed to be a night of spooky fun takes an unexpected turn when he finds Emily awake in her room. Charming yet sassy, Emily claims to have taken part of Anthony’s soul and needs his companionship to ensure her survival.
Their awkward, newfound bond attracts the attention of Eden, an eccentric group of demon-fighting paranormal investigators—as well as Lucifer’s Disciples, the cult of dark mages holding Emily’s soul captive for their mysterious schemes. To protect his new friend, Anthony joins Eden to fight against Lucifer’s Disciples’ bloodthirsty demons and save Emily’s soul—but can he save her from the demons of her dark past?
 Midnight Waltz is my first published work and the first of four books in the Infernal Symphony. If you like urban dark fantasy with a twist of dark humor, please consider giving my book a read!
Thanks for reading this post! Now that my book is out in the world, stay tuned for posts about the plot, themes, characters, and whatever random things about it that I feel are worth sharing~~

Short Story: The Paradise Lake Haunting


The Paradise Lake Haunting

            “I heard someone died there.”

The voices of the townspeople, my classmates, and family blend into one as I sit upon the hood of my car, smoking my morning cigarette. Paradise Lake Cemetery stares back at me, tempting me with its gateless entrance, but I know better. I’m not new to Maltby, Washington. As I admire the cemetery from afar, I keep a close watch on the house sharing its property. A heavyset man steps out the backdoor, smoking his own cigarette as he, too, stares out at the graves. We share the same morning routine. I can’t help but wonder what else we have in common, but I don’t think I’ll ever get a chance to find out. I toss my cigarette on the gravel road, straighten my black trench coat, and scramble into my car before he sees me – before he has the chance to lump me in with all the other goth teenagers that ogle at his cemetery. I take one last look at the graveyard before driving past the line of abandoned cars on the side of the road, speeding off to school.

By the time I make it to my first period class, my friends Emma and Peter are already huddled together in the back of the room, their jackets almost morphing into a single black blob. I slide my backpack off my shoulders as I take a seat beside them.

“You’re still down for a Halloween movie marathon tonight, right, Danny?” Emma asks me, rotating in her seat to face me.

“Of course. I can’t skip our annual tradition.”

She smiles and I smile back, my cheeks flushing. Even if I didn’t like horror movies, it’d be impossible to say no to that smile.

“So, my mom said she’ll pay for the pizzas,” Emma says. “What movies do you wanna – ”

“Are you seriously planning a movie night on Halloween?” the boy sitting two desks away asks with a smirk. A trio of boys in black surrounds him, like he’s the king of darkness – or at least wannabe goth kids – just as he wants to believe. He folds his arms behind his head and leans back in his chair.

Emma blushes and curls her fists, but she doesn’t respond to him.

“Mind your own business, Jason,” Peter says. “Emma’s not your girlfriend anymore, so why do you care about her plans?”

“I don’t give a shit about Emma,” Jason says with a cold laugh. “It’s posers like you three that piss me off. It’s like you don’t even know what day it is today.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “It’s Halloween, duh.”

“It’s the 30th anniversary of Morgan Shelley’s death,” I say, giving him the stink eye. “We know what day it is. We just have the decency to not talk about it.”

“Morgan Shelley was one of us.” Jason cocks his head at his friends. “What better to do than honor a fellow goth than to follow in her footsteps down the crypt of the Paradise Lake Cemetery?” He turns up his nose. “It would be more than decent. It’d be respectful.”

“Trespassing in a private cemetery is not respectful. It’s literally part of the Doolittle family’s backyard. If they catch you sneaking in, they’ll arrest you.”

“Don’t you mean it’s owned by Satanists?” one of Jason’s friends asks, a goofy smile spread on his chapped lips. “That’s why they built that spooky crypt with the 13 steps leading to hell.”

“Yeah,” another one says. “They say if you make it to the 13th step, you see your soul burning in hell. Everyone who’s made it that far goes insane – or in Morgan’s case, they die.” He wiggles his fingers to emphasize the horrible spookiness of the crypt.

I hold my head in my black gloved palm. “No. The Doolittles aren’t Satanists and the 13 steps don’t exist anymore. They’ve been demolished years ago because of stupid bat kids or whatever the hell you label yourselves vandalizing the cemetery. All that’s left is the dumb rumors about it being haunted. Everyone knows that Morgan died of alcohol poisoning because she, like all the other idiots who snuck into the cemetery, was drunk out of her mind.”

Jason and his friends roar with laughter. Once he catches his breath, Jason says, “If you care so much about your little cemetery, then why don’t you come with us and prove the rumors are fake?”

Emma squeezes my arm. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

It takes every ounce of willpower in my body to ignore her. The thought of Jason and his friends sneaking into the cemetery, doing God knows what to dig up the steps, is already haunting me, and I know it will keep bugging me all night long unless I am there with him. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Wait, what?” Peter gapes at me with tennis ball eyes bulging through his dark bangs. “You’re ditching movie night?”

I ignore him, too, my focus fixed on Jason. “Meet outside the cemetery at midnight.”

Emma stares at me in disbelief, and the look remains as I give her a ride home from school that afternoon. She leans her head against the inside of the car, dangling her cigarette out the window between black painted fingernails, and she won’t stop staring at me with those stunning blue eyes. “I can’t believe you agreed to it,” she says for the millionth time.

“Well, I can’t believe you dated that asshole Jason for a year.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Our high school has a limited selection of goth guys.”

Wow. I guess Peter and I aren’t good enough for her. I take a deep breath and try to hide my frustration, keeping my gaze on the road ahead of me.

“If you’re trying to prove your gothiness or whatever to Jason – ”

“That’s not what I care about,” I interrupt. I pull up to the side of the road, across the street from the cemetery, holding my cigarette out my window. “This is what I care about.”

She sits up and peers outside, then turns to look at me, her bottle-black hair whipping around her face. “Is this the place?”

I nod. “I sit here every morning, just staring at it.”

She furrows her brow. “Are you like. . .”

“I’m not crazy,” I answer, predicting the rest of her question, “but I’m not stupid. I know our local lore. There’s something weirdly alluring about a haunted cemetery.”

“What, you actually believe in ghosts?” She laughs, but I know she doesn’t think it’s funny.

I stare out at the gravestones, carefully selecting my words. “I want to. I want to believe there’s something else out there. Something bigger, something better. So I come here every morning, waiting for a sign. I know it’s weird, but the thought of life after death is comforting to me.” I can feel her eyes burning through my black jacket. “I lost my dad when I was twelve. Any sign that there’s something out there, that I have a chance at seeing him again. . .” I take another deep breath. “While I want to believe in ghosts, I can’t stand when people like Jason use rumors as an excuse to snoop around graves. If I can prove the rumors aren’t true, maybe people will leave this cemetery alone. The thought of anyone hurting something so important to me is sickening.”

She bows her head, her face hidden behind her bangs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Emma doesn’t speak to me as we continue our drive. She doesn’t look at me, either. To break the uncomfortable silence, I turn on the radio. A song by The Cure is playing and it makes her smile, but only for a moment. If I had known showing her the cemetery on the way home would take away her smile, I wouldn’t have done it.

She keeps the conversation between us to a minimum as we watch movies at her house. While I hope we aren’t making Peter feel too awkward, I’m more worried about Emma. I didn’t think she’d be that affected by what I said, but she’s still silent in the car ride to the cemetery, and Peter is still eating pizza in the backseat.

“I seriously think we should’ve just stayed at your place,” he says to Emma. “We could’ve gotten more pizza. This box is almost out.”

“You had like half the pizza,” she mutters.

“That’s because you guys hardly had any. I wasn’t gonna let it go to waste.”

We drive past a line of smashed cars, shoved into trees at the side of the road. Without those landmarks, it’d be impossible to find the cemetery, as it’s tucked away in a forest, hidden from the public eye. I park my car behind Jason’s. He’s already standing outside the cemetery with his three goth cronies.

“You’re late,” he spits.

“It’s twelve o’ one,” I say, rolling my eyes. I glance at the Doolittle house. Not a single window is illuminated by light. “C’mon. Let’s get this over with.”

The second I step foot on the cemetery’s grass, I feel as if I’m crossing through an invisible veil of dread. After months of watching the cemetery, I’m finally across the street, and everything feels off. It’s colder on this side of the road. I’m not supposed to be here and the tombstones know it. It’s like they’re watching me, shouting at the Doolittles to call the police. It doesn’t help that every other tombstone belongs to a Doolittle, though there really aren’t many tombstones period. Only a couple dozen, scattered about the grassy field. From across the street, the cemetery would always appear foreboding and enormous. But now that I stand on the inside, it seems so much smaller, more personal. Too personal. Like I’m not even in a cemetery, just the backyard of the Doolittle family. I’m not sure if I’m relieved there’s nothing spooky here or disappointed.

“C-can we go?” Emma stutters, seizing my arm. “I keep on feeling hands touching my shoulders when no one is near me. It’s freaking me out.”

But before I can say anything, Jason shouts, “Guys! I think I found it!” He stands next to a cement slab tucked away in the tall grass. His fingers wrap around the rusty handle.

My heart drops into my stomach. “It’s gonna be locked,” I say. But to my dismay, he lifts the slab, revealing a staircase leading underground. We all stand around the hole in the ground, our jaws dropped in shock.

There are 13 cement steps.

For about a minute, no one speaks. I’ve always heard the steps were destroyed, but here they are, staring back at us, waiting for someone to make a move.

Jason clears his throat. “Well, Danny. You said you were gonna prove to me that the 13 steps aren’t haunted. So prove it.”

“Don’t do it,” Emma says, her tone firm. “It’s not worth getting hurt over.”

As much as I’d hate to worry her, I know I can’t just stand back. I have to prove that the steps are not haunted, yet at the same time, part of me wants them to be. After staring at the cemetery day after day, waiting for a sign, this could finally be my chance to see for myself if the rumors are true. To see if there really is there really is some sort of life after death, that I will see my father again someday. For his sake and my own, I have to do it. I have to go down there. I look from Emma to Jason, then to the steps. “I won’t get hurt,” I assure her, peering down the staircase. At the bottom is cement floor, nothing else. At least, not that I can see. “I can’t be hurt by something that doesn’t exist.”

I walk onto the first step. Then the second. So far, nothing’s happening. I’m still sane on step three, four, five.

It’s not until step six that I begin to feel lightheaded. It hits me out of nowhere. It’s as if some terrible force sucked all the blood away from my head. I can’t hear anything. I can’t hear the worried whispers of the others, the wind rustling through the trees. I hold onto the cement wall for support as I reach step seven. My stomach churns, violent and angry, hating me for agreeing to come down here. My hands are freezing. My face, the inside of my body is freezing. I struggle to reach step eight, but when I do, I mind is flooded by anxiety. I’m overwhelmed by a sense of dread, terror, and incoming doom. I’m not sure what it is exactly that I’m afraid of, I just know that I am terrified and have every right to be. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel my legs. I feel like I’m dying.

But I can hear.

I cover my ears as my skull is filled with panicked, deafening screams. I can’t take this anymore. I run as fast as my numb legs can take me, back up the stairs. With each step, my symptoms are immediately relieved, but the screaming continues. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I realize the screaming isn’t in my head. It’s Emma, Peter, Jason, and his friends, all in panic.

“Will you keep it down?” I whisper. “We’re gonna get caught! Cops are always circling around this area at night!”

“Y-you disappeared!” Peter cries, clinging onto Emma. “When you made it to the sixth step, you were gone!”

I raise my eyebrow, my eyes widening, but I try to smile and stay calm. “What are you talking about? I was there the whole time.”

“N-no, you weren’t,” Jason stammered. “Admit it, that shit is haunted!”

“It’s not,” I say. I can’t let him know what I felt. If anyone – especially Jason – finds out the steps are in fact haunted, this cemetery will never be left in peace. “You guys were just imagining things.”

“Liar!” Jason shouts. “It’s haunted! It has to be! I saw you disappear! I’ll go down there myself to prove it!”

“No, don’t!” I blurt, but he and his three friends push past me, stomping down the steps.

Emma, Peter, and I all watch in horror as one of the friends disappears on step six, like he never existed.  Jason and the other two make it to the thirteenth step, onto the floor.

And then, they scream.

I want to run, but I can’t. My legs are immobilized by fear. Their screams, a mixture of terror and agony, are beyond anything I have ever heard in any horror movie. They twitch and thrash, like something is attacking them, but all I can see is the three boys fighting against something I invisible. Emma’s hands are clasped over her mouth and she’s crying. Peter drops to his knees in a trembling mess.

“It’s okay, guys,” I say. “They’re just faking to scare us.” But I’m not fooling anyone.

One of the boys collapses to the ground, still as a doll. Jason and his other friend scramble up the stairs, the one that disappeared suddenly reappearing as they pass step six.

“What did you guys see?” Peter asks them.

Jason and his two remaining friends fail to answer. Their bodies shake in a violent frenzy, their faces sickeningly pale, eyes wide and watery.

“Guys, he isn’t moving!” Emma shrieks, pointing to the boy laying at the bottom of the crypt. “I-I think he’s dead!”

“What the hell is going on out here?”

The heavyset man marches to us from across the lawn in his pajamas, his sagging face twisted with anger.

Jason and his friends don’t even look back. They continue screaming as they rush out of the cemetery, into their car. But they don’t make it far. The car swerves as Jason attempts to speed away, crashing full-force into a nearby tree on the side of the road, joining the collection of destroyed cars. With a deafening screech of tearing metal, the tree splits through the middle of the hood. Emma’s sobs grow to a wail as she runs to the car, but her legs give out halfway through the cemetery, and she tumbles into the grass. Burying her face in her arms, she screams and cries Jason’s name.

Three police cars pull up to the cemetery, their flashing lights blinding in the night. Cops pile out of the cars, some surrounding Jason’s accident, the others running into the cemetery. I fall to my knees. Everything around me bleeds into a blur. A nightmare. The heavyset man continues to shout at us, more members of his family rushing out of the house. A firetruck and ambulance arrive at the scene of the crash, removing unrecognizable, bloody corpses from the demolished car. The police drag me and my friends into the back of a car, handcuffing our wrists behind our backs. Emma’s screaming at me, claiming it’s my fault that Jason died since I lied about the steps not being haunted. Tears continue to stream down her face as she threatens to never speak to me again, but I’m unfazed. None of it feels real, but I know it will tomorrow as my mom and stepdad punish me for my arrest, when Jason and his friends don’t return to first period, when I remember how Emma cried over Jason’s death, when she refuses to speak to me, when I don’t return Paradise Lake Cemetery.

When I realize there’s something else out there.



Thanks for reading my story! While the characters are all fictional, the cemetery is real. I based the plot off stories from people who supposedly did find the steps, or claimed to know something about them. I also found photos of abandoned cars near the cemetery – it’s as if people got lost trying to find it, or maybe had an accident speeding away from something?

These photos are from alesiablogs – check out her full article!


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