The Omniscrolls

A demon that was after me attacked me and my 11th Grade students while we were on a trip in the woods. I asked my students to run away, but one of them, Miles, stayed behind saying he wanted to help. “Go, Miles! I can take care of myself!” I said, but it was too late. The demon stopped its attack on me and appeared before him. “You should have listened to her, boy,” it said, attacking him with a mass of dark energy and hurling him into the lake that was nearby. I ten attacked the demon head-on, and we battled for another five minutes in a tempest of magical energy until I finally cut it down. I set the demon ablaze as it fell to the floor and reduced it to nothing but ashes. Immediately after the battle ended, I dove into the lake and brought Miles back to the surface. I performed a spell to revive him and, after several minutes of trying, my efforts finally paid off. Miles was alive. I hid the charred remains of the demon and altered the memories of my students afterwards, including t

I was brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror when suddenly, writing began to emerge on it. “Hi,” it said. I dropped my toothbrush into the sink and staggered backwards as more words emerged. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” the message continued, and ended with a smiley face. I ran out of the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I moved away and fell on my bed, holding my head as I looked down at the mattress. “What’s happening? Am I seeing things? Am I dreaming?” I pinched myself, but unfortunately, I was awake. I clenched my fists and went back into the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t making a mistake; I hoped the mirror would be clear of any writing when I stepped inside. But no, those words were still there. I ran out of the bathroom once again and headed back to my bedroom. Then, it was the dressing table mirror that showed writings. “I’m sorry I scared you. I just want to be your friend.” “Wh-what are you?” I asked. “I’m a spirit. Remember you wished you had a good f

  I was working at an excavation site in Egypt when my team and I discovered a lost treasure. My new partner, John, didn’t seem to like me. We hadn’t met before, so I wondered what his reasons were. I was waiting by the vehicle for my partner to arrive to transport the treasure, but he was late. The last thing I remembered was me taking a few sips of water before I suddenly woke up in an underground tunnel. What was even more shocking was that I could see my body a few feet away from where I was. “Am I dead? But how?” I stood up and looked around. There was no one else around. I tried to remember what had happened before I ended up in that place. My memories were fuzzy, but I remembered John walking into me and knocking my bottle of water off my hands. He then offered me his bottle. He had drugged me. I was not going to let John get away with what he did. I walked through the tunnel walls and found my way out of it. That night, I visited his hotel room. He walked into the bathroom whil