SPIRIT WORLD
Ghost Story:
Title: Spirit World
Detail Story: Late one night, a shambling figure made its way down a deserted city street. It arrived at an apartment building and went inside. The landlady caught a glimpse of the strange figure struggling up the stairs.
All of a sudden, she heard a crash and the sound of splintering wood. Then, there were terrified screams and the sound of a terrible struggle. She ran to the phone and called the police. When she came back, there was a fearful silence.
Cautiously, the landlady made her way up the stairs until she saw the broken door. It was the door to the apartment of one of her tenants… a university student named Michael Flynn.
Peering through the doorway, she saw Michael lying on the floor. He was mortally injured and his face had been beaten to a pulp. She helped him onto the bed and tried to make him comfortable, but it was clear that he was dying.
“What happened, Michael?” the landlady cried.
Michael let out an agonized groan.
“It all started with my lecturer at university,” he said. “His name was Professor Jerome. He was an old man with grey hair and he walked with a cane. He must have been 70 years old if he was a day.
He was doing research on hypnotism and I volunteered to be one of his test subjects. One...
Title: Spirit World
Detail Story: Late one night, a shambling figure made its way down a deserted city street. It arrived at an apartment building and went inside. The landlady caught a glimpse of the strange figure struggling up the stairs.
All of a sudden, she heard a crash and the sound of splintering wood. Then, there were terrified screams and the sound of a terrible struggle. She ran to the phone and called the police. When she came back, there was a fearful silence.
Cautiously, the landlady made her way up the stairs until she saw the broken door. It was the door to the apartment of one of her tenants… a university student named Michael Flynn.
Peering through the doorway, she saw Michael lying on the floor. He was mortally injured and his face had been beaten to a pulp. She helped him onto the bed and tried to make him comfortable, but it was clear that he was dying.
“What happened, Michael?” the landlady cried.
Michael let out an agonized groan.
“It all started with my lecturer at university,” he said. “His name was Professor Jerome. He was an old man with grey hair and he walked with a cane. He must have been 70 years old if he was a day.
He was doing research on hypnotism and I volunteered to be one of his test subjects. One...