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BERTHA DINN, 89, DISAPPEARED FROM HER HOME IN WHITE PLAINS, NEW YORK. A THRILLER GHOST STORY.

THE LAST PERSON BERTHA SAW WAS PATTI GREGG, SIX, ON NEW YEAR’S DAY OF 2025. THAT WAS UNFORTUNATE.

Bertha Dinn, 89, spoke to the police dispatcher in a terrified trembling voice. Little Patti Gregg, six, was standing in her yard throwing rocks at her window. She wanted to tell Patti to move on. But she couldn’t and wouldn’t. The dispatcher asked Bertha why.

“Because she’s dead,” Bertha said. “She was struck and killed by a truck three days ago on her bike. She looks deranged.”

“Ma’am, did you say she’s dead?”

“Yes! Dead, as in dead. She’s mad at me. Because I told her parents, she threw rocks at houses before. And they punished her. She’s come to get me. She’s always been a revengeful brat. Get someone here. Please!”

“Ma’am, a car is coming to you.”

“Please hurry! Oh, my. She’s coming to my door. Please hurry.”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Bertha! Bertha! What’s going on Bertha?”

“She’s kicking my door.”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Bertha!”

“She’s pounding on my door. You have come! You have to…”

CRACK! CRASH!

“Bertha! Bertha! Talk to me, Bertha!”

The line went dead.

Bertha’s family has offered a reward for her whereabouts.

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A BREAKING FICTION NEWS STORY- A HORROR IN RHODE ISLAND – 100 PEOPLE WERE ARRESTED IN A SHOCKING ASSISTED SUICIDE AND CANNIBALISM CASE

A Rhode Island reporter broke this story on the Never Unfaithful Church. Law enforcement called this a horror story out of the depths of hell. You decide.  

The story took place in Deeder, Rhode Island, next to Jamestown.

At six AM, Pastor Bernard Jenkins began dismembering himself. One hundred members of his faithful flock urged him on. Witnesses said Pastor Jenkins had a syringe pump that infused him with large amounts of morphine. He sat on the floor and sawed off a lower leg with an electric saw. A parishioner wrapped the severed limb in plastic wrap. Then put it in a corner of the church. Just as Pastor Jenkins had instructed them to do before starting the ceremony. Pastor Jenkins sawed off a thigh next. It was also wrapped and placed somewhere in the church.

The sequence of events continued until all that was left of the Pastor was one arm and his upper torso. The Pastor shoved the saw blade into his sternum (breastbone) to cut the rest of his body in half. His heart was sliced in half before he could finish. He died within seconds.

The parishioners then lined up at a table and drank the liquid that the Pastor had prepared for them. The ones who did not pass out became deathly ill. They tried to get out of the church. But the Pastor had locked them in and barred the windows. All the parishioners fell unconscious.

Someone called the Police station. The caller identified himself as Pastor Jenkins. (This would later be determined as impossible. Pastor Jenkins was dead when the call was made. But the phone call did come from inside the church.) He said people needed help. Or they would die.

Police arrived and broke down the door. Everyone was taken to the hospital and arrested while there. A recording showed the entire event. Hospital tests revealed large quantities of LSD in the parishioners’ systems.

But in a bizarre twist, the Pastor’s body was not found. The blood at the scene was the Pastor’s. Some parishioners explained the missing body. They saw the Pastor’s limbs crawl back to his torso. His body then stood and walked away.

Stay tuned. There could be more to this story than officials want us to know.

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Joan Harbor

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE IN A HORROR STORY-A HORROR THRILLER SHORT STORY.

Many people say they danced with the devil. Elanor Mackenzie never says it. Because she did. And now he won’t go away. Enjoy this horror thriller short story.

Elanor Mackenzie broke up with her boyfriend Chad three weeks ago. They agreed it was for the best. Chad fell in love with her sister, Mindy. Mindy left her husband for Chad. And she severed relations with Elanor for Chad. Chad was her soulmate. All week Elanor hoped that one day Chad and Mindy would get their comeuppance. Those two had rained pain down on everyone.

Three of Elanor’s girlfriends forced her to go out with them. They took Elanor to bars and a nightclub to have fun. It would be a night to forget about Chad and Mindy. So many men wanted to dance with Elanor. She danced until her feet hurt. When she and her friends were leaving, a young man asked Elanor if he could call her. She hesitated to answer. Her friends told him yes. His name was Lived Natas. It was a family name.

Elanor went to bed that night feeling desirable again. Lived was twenty-five with model looks. And he wanted her thirty-five-year-old body. She dreamed about the handsome man. They made love all night. The next morning she woke happy and exhausted. A note was on her counter by the stove. She did not remember putting it there. It read: Thank you for inviting me in. We had a wonderful time. I will never leave you. I will never hurt you. And I left you a gift.

Elanor squinted. Was he there last night? No. She dreamed it. This was a scary joke. She looked outside in her driveway. A large box was in it. She went out and looked at it. An envelope was taped to the box. The outside of it said, look inside the box first. Elanor pulled the tape off. She then opened the flaps, jumped back, and fell to the ground, screaming.

A neighbor called the police. Inside the box were the twisted remains of Chad and Mindy. Their eyes were missing. Inside the envelope were the eyes of Chad and Mindy. The note read. “I’ll only look at you.”

The police have looked for Lived Natas for months. No one knows him. But a detective who solves puzzles and word games noticed Lived Natas’ name. He moved the letters around and stood up. On the sheet read – DEVIL SATAN.

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Joan Harbor

A Scary Little Girl Helped Me With An Idea – A Horror Short Story

Mattie became a character one day when I was at the store. I can’t say that. Mattie was created from several events. But at the store, I met Mattie. I had walked by a mother and daughter. The daughter may have been seven. She stared at me with a devious smile. It was as if she was saying, I know something you don’t. Something bad. I caught myself thinking about what was behind that smile. And did I want to know?

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You Learn All Kinds Of Things In A Graveyard – A Horror Short Story

Hi, I’m Joan,

I’m shy. Not a complete introvert. Just shy. And I write horror books. I’ll tell you a brief story.

Once I spent the night in a graveyard with a friend. I did it on a dare. We were fourteen. We lied to our parents that we were at a sleepover. This was my start to horror stories. But the story I want you to know about is Mattie. Mattie is my horror novella story on Amazon. She’s scary and adorable. I’ll tell you how she came to be in the next story.

Like I said, I’m Joan.

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