Spreading lies isn't exactly the most kosher thing you can do. You might not be fortunate enough to know all the details in a situation and use what you believe to get people to side with you, but when the truth comes to light, the worst thing to happen is the realization that you were wrong. But what if the end result of being proven wrong was far worse than you could imagine?
Traditionally, being a writer that specializes in horror is something you might get hate for. There are some people out there that think horror is dead or is something that only works if it's blended with something else. Little do they realize that horror is far more than a plot twist to make someone's blood run cold. It is instead something that is created to make people think about the reality they live in and how quickly things could turn dark.
I was in the midst of writing yet another horror story when a friend messaged me online. I tried shrugging it off and continuing to write, as it was so difficult to get back into the right head space for my stories.
It took about two more messages before I picked my phone up to turn it on silent. Upon turning my screen on, I caught a glimpse of what they had to say, "SamReads is talking about you again." I grunted and rolled my eyes to this. I unlocked my phone and read even more of what they had to say, "Sam apparently believes that the things you write about are fake, no matter how many 'based on a true story' disclaimers you put in your stories."
I didn't really expect everyone to believe these horror stories I wrote were based in reality. After all, some people are extremely spiritual and will believe any ghost story you tell them, while others will roll their eyes at it, thinking back to the bad scary movies they've seen, claiming to be true. It's films like that that give true horror a bad name.
Normally I didn't care what anyone had to say about my stories, but the fact that Sam was such a big influencer that even I, who doesn't watch many videos online, knows who she is, claims that I'm lying to my fans. It's about the only thing that can truly upset me about my work.
Yes, all the horror stories I write are heavily based in reality. Some stories, I recounted nearly word for word, while others I had to change names and a few small details for convenience sake. But nonetheless, I never lie about my stories. There's no way the world would believe her over me, but at the same time I had no evidence proving my case. Unless I made it so.
I opened my website and, sure enough, there was a slew of angry comments by a bunch of random people, claiming that my work was trash all because they thought it was all fake. I had to find some way to prove myself correct.
I took out my journal and began to write. I scribbled down words just as soon as they entered my mind, making everything flow as smoothly as though I was saying it aloud to someone.
As I wrote, dark thoughts passed through my mind, warping my view on reality in the process. I wanted the story to be one of the best things I'd ever written. I write about all the criticism and the hate I'd received. I wrote about Sam and how she bashed my writing and turned her entire community against me.
Eventually, I finished the story. However, with this story, I wanted it to end in a shocking way, something that no one would ever see coming, yet would prove me right on the fact that everything I was writing was true. It may have very well been the darkest thing my mind had ever created.
I opened my website and published the story. It didn't take long for everything to take affect. I refreshed the page and all the hateful comments were gone, leaving only the positive and encouraging ones behind. I checked Sam's channel and she was live streaming, just as I'd written. I decided to tune into it. She was talking about some kind of massive conspiracy that I was trying to destroy her fanbase after she attacked me.
She was looking at the story I'd just published. I laughed as her hair began to fall out in chunks. She paid no mind to it, just as I'd written. That was, until she screamed at the dark shadow looming over her. She turned her head to look at something and let out a blood curling scream before the live stream cut off.
See, there was a little detail I left out. I don't find scary things out and write about them, I write about them and they happen.
Traditionally, being a writer that specializes in horror is something you might get hate for. There are some people out there that think horror is dead or is something that only works if it's blended with something else. Little do they realize that horror is far more than a plot twist to make someone's blood run cold. It is instead something that is created to make people think about the reality they live in and how quickly things could turn dark.
I was in the midst of writing yet another horror story when a friend messaged me online. I tried shrugging it off and continuing to write, as it was so difficult to get back into the right head space for my stories.
It took about two more messages before I picked my phone up to turn it on silent. Upon turning my screen on, I caught a glimpse of what they had to say, "SamReads is talking about you again." I grunted and rolled my eyes to this. I unlocked my phone and read even more of what they had to say, "Sam apparently believes that the things you write about are fake, no matter how many 'based on a true story' disclaimers you put in your stories."
I didn't really expect everyone to believe these horror stories I wrote were based in reality. After all, some people are extremely spiritual and will believe any ghost story you tell them, while others will roll their eyes at it, thinking back to the bad scary movies they've seen, claiming to be true. It's films like that that give true horror a bad name.
Normally I didn't care what anyone had to say about my stories, but the fact that Sam was such a big influencer that even I, who doesn't watch many videos online, knows who she is, claims that I'm lying to my fans. It's about the only thing that can truly upset me about my work.
Yes, all the horror stories I write are heavily based in reality. Some stories, I recounted nearly word for word, while others I had to change names and a few small details for convenience sake. But nonetheless, I never lie about my stories. There's no way the world would believe her over me, but at the same time I had no evidence proving my case. Unless I made it so.
I opened my website and, sure enough, there was a slew of angry comments by a bunch of random people, claiming that my work was trash all because they thought it was all fake. I had to find some way to prove myself correct.
I took out my journal and began to write. I scribbled down words just as soon as they entered my mind, making everything flow as smoothly as though I was saying it aloud to someone.
As I wrote, dark thoughts passed through my mind, warping my view on reality in the process. I wanted the story to be one of the best things I'd ever written. I write about all the criticism and the hate I'd received. I wrote about Sam and how she bashed my writing and turned her entire community against me.
Eventually, I finished the story. However, with this story, I wanted it to end in a shocking way, something that no one would ever see coming, yet would prove me right on the fact that everything I was writing was true. It may have very well been the darkest thing my mind had ever created.
I opened my website and published the story. It didn't take long for everything to take affect. I refreshed the page and all the hateful comments were gone, leaving only the positive and encouraging ones behind. I checked Sam's channel and she was live streaming, just as I'd written. I decided to tune into it. She was talking about some kind of massive conspiracy that I was trying to destroy her fanbase after she attacked me.
She was looking at the story I'd just published. I laughed as her hair began to fall out in chunks. She paid no mind to it, just as I'd written. That was, until she screamed at the dark shadow looming over her. She turned her head to look at something and let out a blood curling scream before the live stream cut off.
See, there was a little detail I left out. I don't find scary things out and write about them, I write about them and they happen.
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