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"content": "Night Work",
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"content": "Gary had never been bothered by night-shift work. He'd done it for twenty years before all the hubbub. While others across the world freaked out, looting and murdering each other in a panic, Gary just put on his parka and earmuffs and set about creating a stronger shelter. He'd set up an underground greenhouse, and stored as many seeds and canned fruits and vegetables as he could fit into the pantry. His wife, Elsie, helped, but she always seemed off in another world, her eyes so vacant and tired. She'd never quite grown accustomed to working when it was dark out, like Gary had.\r\n\"What do you say we go for a dip in the hot springs this afternoon?\" Gary suggested, wrapping his arms around his wife who was staring blankly at the packed pantry before them.\r\n\"Don't do that,\" she murmured.\r\n\"Do what?\" Gary asked.\r\n\"Don't pretend time matters. Night and day are a memory. It's just darkness now.\"\r\nThe darkness didn't matter to Gary. When the sun went away, when Earth took off on an aimless course into space, most of the world panicked. The majority of people died.\r\nBut not Gary. Gary didn't panic. He kept a cool head.\r\nHe was used to the night-shift.",
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"content": "I dont sleep well",
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"content": "I just cant seem to get a good nights rest. I have tried pills,lavender,herbs...you name it. No matter what I try I always wake up so tired! My doctor suggested that I film myself tonight to see if we can find anything peculiar in my sleep regime.\r\nEDIT* I cant explain it. I dont want to explain it. All I know is I need to get a better camera...perhaps one that can film in the dark? I had a little lamp light on, but the bulb burned out at 2:47 AM....I swear I could make out an outline of a hand petting my feet....Am I going crazy? Do you want to see a still frame of the video?",
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"content": "A Necessary Evil",
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"content": "Jenny knew that her doll was bad. It had done so many bad things to so many people, it would be hard to defend.\r\nAnd one day, someday soon, she’d have to defend her doll. It’d do something really bad. Like hurting someone. Hurt them enough to…\r\nJenny didn’t want her doll to be torn apart by a Ripper.\r\nBut she also didn’t want to be blamed for something her doll would do.\r\nSo Jenny did something bad. She hurt her doll. And when she’d cleaned up the stuffing, having thrown it all away, she hid the body in her old toy box.",
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"content": "The Endless Dream",
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"content": "I wake up next to my beautiful wife, Zoë, of 15 years. She's fast asleep. I smile and stretch before slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, softly running my fingers through her hair. I take a shower, make breakfast, and then go for a run. This is my life: it's perfect. I couldn't be more lucky. From the night I was in the crash, everything has just been going so well. I can't it explain but that crash did something to me that...\r\nPatient remains stable in comatose state. This is Day 2,000. We are still waiting for the patient to awaken. We can only hope for the best. Once again, the patient is still alive....",
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"content": "I'm Not A Cop",
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"content": "On a dark alley, a few thugs were carrying their business as usual. A police vehicle pulls over. The thugs don't even care.\r\nThe officer gets out and walks to the fierce-looking gangsters. One of them laughs.\r\n\"What the hell do you think you're doing?\" said one of them, as the cop drew closer.\r\n\"You don't know where you are! It was pretty stupid of you to come here!\", continued the thug, as all of them approached the officer.\r\n\"And now, you're not going home tonight, cop!\"\r\n\"I'm not a cop.\" replied the officer, as he revealed his sharp, blade like teeth and his eyes like two black holes.\r\nHe drained down his newest victims, then turned into a shadow that merged with the surrounding darkness.",
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"content": "demon's interest",
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"content": "I know a demon. He isn’t your typical demon that dwells in hell and is red with a pointed tail. He looks like you or me. He’s bored of Hell he tells me. He find us humans much more interesting when we aren’t hollering in torment.\r\nHe likes to play games with me. He doesn’t care for our deeds, or misconceptions. He doesn’t care whether or not you believe in Hell. He just wants to spend time with us.\r\nI haven’t seen him lately. But I know that the burden I’m carrying is his. It just happened one day. I don’t know what to say. But the marks on my stomach feel like my insides are burning.",
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"content": "Forgetful Wife",
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"content": "My wife has a problem of forgetting where she put the knives after using them. We had a whole set some salesman had convinced us to buy two weeks ago. They weren't cheap, so I was getting pretty worked up. We’d been married for 5 months and I finally confronted her about it in our bedroom on the 2nd floor one night. \"Where have you been putting all the knives? I can't even cut a loaf of bread in this house!\" Her face paled and her eyes locked with mine. She whispered, “Honey, I thought you had lost them.” The lights go out. Glass shatters in the basement. He has found me.",
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"content": "The grey eyed man",
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"content": "Daisy lay in bed, in great pain. The birthing was taking a tremendous toll on her health. Her husband David was told that there was a great chance that both mother and child... might not make it.\r\nDavid fingered his wedding ring absently, lost in prayer. He was so deep in prayer that he didn't realize when a young man with grey eyes sat beside him.\r\n\"Hey. Rough day?\"\r\n\"It's my wife,\" David gasped through his tears. \"Both her and the child might not make it.\"\r\n\"That's terrible.\"\r\n\"I wish... I wish I could be the one to take their places. I don't mind dying if they were fine. I can't imagine life without them.\"\r\nThe grey eyed guy nodded. \"I have some experience with childbirths. I'll see what I can do.\"\r\nDavid watched as he walked into the operating room. His eyes grew heavy, and as exhaustion took him, he heard the faint sounds of a baby crying, and his wife's happy weeping. He opened his eyes again to see the grey eyed man in front of him, smiling sadly.\r\n\"I do appreciate noble sacrifices. You've earned ten minutes. See you soon.\"",
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"content": "Agony",
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"content": "The red and blue tendrils curl up toward my feet like a crooked smile. Run. My every instinct is screaming at me and as I try to twist and turn and fight with all that's in me, I stay right where i am, helpless and defeated. I want to jump up and run away, as i brace for the extreme pain that I know is about to ravage my body. I silently scream in agony, knowing it will only get worse. I want to holler and yell to someone- anyone- to help me, but my cries fall on deaf ears, and I finally give up, accepting my fate as the flames reach higher, leaving my body charred and black as the charcoal I used to draw with. The bullet lodged in my chest was nothing compared to the sheer agony of being cremated.",
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"content": "The accident.",
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"content": "I never really got along with my mum. Even in front of guests and family, she was always saying mean things about me, in third person. Lately she just ignores me, it's like I wasn't there. She also cries a lot, it's so annoying.\r\nYesterday, we had this lovely couple of my parents' friends over, and I excepted her to complain about me again but all I heard was \"Oh, she was so lovely for a teenager, I loved her so much, you have no idea how much she used to help me.\" before she started to sob. Loved me ? Well, why don't you love me anymore, and how did you show it, by yelling at me all the time ?\r\nShe lifted her head, trying to calm down, and said \"I'm sorry, but it's been so hard for me since the accident.\"\r\nShe's always called me selfish, but I bet she doesn't understand how hard it's been for me. Especially when they put me into that big dark box and I had to get out using my nails because it was six feet under the ground.",
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"content": "Under the Bed",
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"content": "I didnt want to believe there was a monster under my bed, but as I lay here awake at 2 43 AM I can hear it giggling, I can visualize its sharp grin, its long slender fingers ready to snatch me the moment I let down my guard.\r\nI call for my dad, I yell, he rushes in thinking someone was in my room. He sighs and asks what is it this time.\r\nI responded with the usual blabber of the monster being under my bed. He chuckles and tells me alright he will check, he gets down on his knees and looks under. I snuggle under my blanket and wait for him to confirm I was just imagining things.\r\nLike I said, I didnt want to believe there was a monster under my bed, but the clock now reads 3 27 AM...\r\nand dad still hasnt gotten up yet.",
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"content": "Three Strikes",
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"content": "Three AM, my bedroom. I lay in wait, stiff as a rock, listening for any sound. Tonight's been a little off, and paranoia has kept me awake for hours into the morning, but I take comfort in the fact that I am a bit of a vigilante. I'm armed with a knife and a gun, and my rules are simple: three strikes and whatever it is that might be outside my bedroom is out. Here's how tonight has gone so far:\r\nStrike 1: The \"off\" feeling I had as I ghosted my hallways during the late evening hours. I reside alone in this house, so I can never be too careful.\r\nStrike Two: The \"whispers\" I've been hearing all night, but perhaps I'm just hearing things.\r\nAnd as I'm laying here, I hear distinctly a short \"click\", right outside of my door.\r\nStrike three. I rush out, blade in hand, and immediately stick it into the throat of the offending party. I use the gun to eliminate his partner and stand back, blood tainted with adrenaline and a little pride as I look down at the results of my acts of self defense. Two young men, armed with ghost-hunting gear, a flashlight in the hands of each, now sporting lovely battle wounds, inflicted by yours truly. Given, the battle was a little one-sided, as I've been dead for years, but combat never really loses its thrill.\r\nMaybe tomorrow night they'll stop sending tourists up to this old house, and I'll finally have some peace.",
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"content": "A Good Villain",
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"content": "There's something I've noticed recently in the public consciousness. Something that both excites me and causes me consternation. If you're paying attention, you've noticed the shocking amount of so called 'anti-heroes' that have recently become popular.\r\nLet me take a brief moment here to introduce myself. I'm Walter, and as I'm sure you've deduced based on the fur and fangs, I'm a werewolf. A Type Chaney, to be exact; at least that's what the folks back at the Panopticon call those of us who can still walk upright and shake your hand. I'm here to kill you for the things you've done to this town. For the countless thralls you've sacrificed to Her.\r\nSee, if someone were reading about my life in a comic book, 'anti-hero' is exactly what they would call me. Decent people would cheer when I disemboweled and devoured victims who were also tainted with a sadistic bloodlust. But I want you to know, Monsieur Lavelle, that what is coming to you tonight is in no way delivered by a 'good' villain or a 'bad' hero. What's about to happen is the inevitability of being the biggest fish: it attracts scrutiny from sharks.\r\nSemper tibi praeparare in occursum meliori.",
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"content": "The Orphan Girl",
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"content": "It was on a drizzly night in late August when the girl was picked up by that kind old couple. They saw her sitting in the rain, looking so very alone, and took their chance to bring her in to see if she was okay.\r\nShe was bright and bubbly as she talked about how she had recently become an orphan and had been living on the streets by herself ever since. They stared at the girl of perhaps eight and wondered how someone could ever be so incredibly cheerful, especially in these circumstances. Nonetheless, they showered her in sympathy and generosity.\r\nHowever, over the course of the next few hours, it became clear that this was no normal girl. They silently wondered what to do as she tore up teddy bears and then stabbed them with any and every sharp thing she could find. She would then throw her head back and laugh; a truly evil laugh that shouldn’t exist in the heart of such a tiny girl.\r\nThe couple watched her slowly approach them with a grin on her face and a kitchen knife in her hand, and their blood ran cold as they realised, horrified, that they had never asked how this girl had become an orphan.",
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"content": "Can you recognize?",
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"content": "I sometimes wonder if my dog is still the same, I mean, he is the same to my senses, the feel of the fur, the smell, the sounds he make, the color, shape, etc, but after one night that I let him out to pee, something changed, I sometimes feel weird around him, specially at night. I've catched certain behaviors from the corner of my eye, I'm scared to show attention, I don't want to let him know that I'm aware of him spying me from the darkness, that when I woke up in the middle of the night, I pray to be my imagination because sometimes I hear the faintiest sound of paws, just a pair of paws walking around the house, as if an animal was walking in two legs only.\r\nI fear the day I heard them entering my room.",
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"content": "School Picture Day",
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"content": "God, I love school picture day! Everything about it makes me smile and tremble with anticipation, even from the first day of the school year. I like to dress up and to take pictures and, like any other teenager, miss a small portion of class.\r\nBut, the thing that gets me most excited are the dresses.\r\nI’m not gonna lie when I say that I love to look at girls. I’m a seventeen year old boy who’s still going through puberty and girls always dress attractively for school picture day. So, naturally, my eyes tend to wander.\r\nThey roam all over their curves and hips. I can’t help but stare at the way their backsides rock as they walk, shaking from side to side. Breasts clearly defined by tight dresses and shirts affect my body. My heart thumps in my chest. My hormones go crazy when I glance down at their legs.\r\nTheir smooth, smooth legs. Oh god. Oh… God!\r\nOh, I’m so embarrassed! Please excuse me. I’m gonna have to go and take care of my business. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.\r\nThe cemetery is just a few miles away.",
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"content": "The Ritual",
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"content": "I looked out of the window on my car door and could see her getting ready in the upstairs bedroom. I left my car, started walking up the driveway, and began the little poem I say to myself. It had become something I guess people would call a ritual.\r\n“One, two, I’m coming for you.” I approached the front door.\r\n“Three, Four, I’m at your door.” I gave my signature 5 tap, two wrap knock, adjusting the camera around my neck after doing so.\r\n“Five, six, we’re gonna take some pics.” I saw a shadow start heading from the stairs towards the door.\r\n“Seven, eight, I cannot wait.” I saw her silhouette through the glass.\r\n“Nine, ten,” The door swung open. My eyes met hers, and a smile slowly spread across my face.\r\n“Until I kill again.”",
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"content": "The Making Police",
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"content": "I was at home when heavy boots knocked on my door one night. Before I could hide, the door was kicked in and a troop of black-armored men swarmed through. “Come with us,” one of them said. It wasn’t an offer. I was dragged, kicking and screaming, out to a van, and then driven – not to their headquarters, but to a nearby wooded clearing. They threw me into the center of a ring of headlights, where a man with dead eyes approached.\r\n“We heard you’ve been up to something,” he sneered.\r\n“I’m only writing–“\r\n“Only writing? Is that all?” He nodded to the others, and they pinned me to a tree. The dead-eyed man whipped out a knife and started to carve into my chest, directly above my heart. “What’s in here, then?” he shouted. “More words? Maybe a painting? If I reach inside, will I find a song? A goddamned poem? What were you making, freak?”\r\n“You already know,” I said through clenched teeth.\r\n“You’re damn right we know,” he spat at me. “We’re the Making Police, and you had the nerve to try and make something.”\r\n“Yes. And it’s a good thing I’m just making you up, too.”",
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"content": "The murder",
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"content": "They all seem to say the same thing. This is the third newspaper i've read this morning and it doesn't have anything new. It was done by the man who was released from prison a week earlier but they say he's mad now. He got sent to the mental institute after they found the body of the boy. I'd say he's mad cause it says he admitted to it otherwise he probably would have gotten away with it. This paper does seem to have more details though. \"The boy was 15 and he was found in his car. There were 3 bullets fired. One missed and found its way to the car window, one got stuck in his trouser leg and the other went straight through the left of his chest.\" That's funny I'm pretty sure it went through my right.",
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"content": "History repeats itself",
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"content": "My grandmother often talks about the previous world war, back when she was only 10 years old. She lived in Europe back then, and barely survived the Dutch Famine. She talks about the kind of things she had to do for food, and how slowly everything disappeared. First, the potatoes and meat were gone. Then they ran out of sugarbeets. The cat disappeared, then the dog, and one day when she came home from another scavenge hunt she was told her brother had disappeared.\r\nShe repeats the phrase \"History repeats itself\" a lot, but I don't understand. Why did my brother disappear? We eat plenty of meat every night so we must have plenty of supplies. Why would he run away?",
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"content": "You Never Know",
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"content": "When I was a kid, we did a school project where we wrote messages and put them in bottles and threw them in the ocean. I think I was in fourth grade. You were supposed to put your name and the address of the school and ask whoever found it to write back. I added a note on mine that I hoped my bottle would go very far.\r\nI had completely forgotten about all of this until today, when I was walking on the beach and saw an old bottle sticking out of the sand. I picked it up and opened it, and my fourth grade message was inside, with another message written below it. \"Hello, Bobby,\" it said. \"Your bottle went very far indeed. We're coming for you.\"\r\nIt's night now and I'm in my bed and I can't sleep. I hear wet thumping noises downstairs and the house reeks of salt water. I wish I'd never sent that bottle.",
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"content": "I love my mum",
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"content": "Mummy has always been so caring. She always takes me to church and reads me to sleep every night. I know I mean the world to my mum. She always knows what’s best for me. I wish I could be as smart as she is. I trust mum with everything. I know I don’t feel well right now but mum says im going to get into heaven if I’m a good girl and do as she says. I feel sorry for all the other kids getting vaccinated. Their parents must really hate them. How could they banish them to hell like that? Mummy tells me that God has a special place in heaven with him and that I shouldn’t be afraid. I can’t wait to meet him. I was scared at first, but mum told me that it’s better to get sick and pass on then stay alive and have the mark of the devil! My mum is always so caring. I love my mum.",
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"content": "Run",
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"content": "It can't have been more than a week, but its felt like months.\r\nThere are 24 of us now, but there were much more. Ever since scientists discovered a way to genetically mutate humans into \"perfect\" beings, those who have rejected the changes have been hunted. We aren't worth anything, they said. We must be put down.\r\nHiding is near impossible. They have impeccable senses, those monsters. Clear hearing for miles, able to spot a mosquito on the horizon.\r\nThe perfect humans have hunted us for weeks now, but they're not humans. They're robots now, the hunters desiring nothing more than to kill those inferior to them.\r\nAbout an hour ago we were found, hiding in a remote shack in northern Alaska. I was the only one to escape. I ran while they were busy killing off the others. I think I'm safe now.\r\nIm pretty sure I'm the last one of us alive. But if there are any more of us, somewhere out there, I hope they can put up a better fight than we did. For the good of what's left of real humanity.\r\nAnd now, in the back seat of an abandoned truck, i start bawling. For the first time since the hunt started. I hate this, I hate my life. I swear to god I wish I were dead.\r\nSo when I heard a single set of footsteps slowly walking to my hideout, I may have felt the slightest glimmer of hope.",
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"content": "Little Judy loved her Kitten",
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"content": "Little Judy loved her kitten, Mr. Soft. She got him for her third birthday and immediately fell in love. He was adorable, small, brown-furred. She would spend hours staring into his green eyes, petting his tummy, rubbing her hand the top of his head and down to his back. She named him Mr. Soft because his fur was so soft!\r\nHis purring made her smile, a wide grin that shone with all of the happiness her little heart could muster.\r\nShe even slept with him laying on her chest, snuggled up close.\r\nYep, Little Judy loved her kitten.\r\nThat's why her parents were confused when, in the middle of the night, their bedroom door opened.\r\nAnd that's why they were surprised when their smiling daughter stepped into their room.\r\nAnd that's why they screamed when she raised her wet, sticky hand to show them Mr. Soft.\r\nWell, what was left of him, at least.\r\nLittle Judy loved Mr. Soft as much as she loved making hand puppets.",
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"content": "My wife really hates when people interrupt her when she is talking",
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"content": "My wife Chloe (35f) and I (36m) have been married for 3 years and in a relationship for five. She has a 12 year old son called Adam from a previous relationship. We try to act like we are one big happy family but Adam still doesn't like me. His father has convinced him that I am the reason they split up, even though we met years after they broke up.\r\nChloe has been the love of my life for the last few years and I can honestly imagine spending the rest of my life with her. She grew up in a home with very overbearing parents who controlled everything about her life. Because of this she has this hatred of people who interrupt her when she is talking.\r\nHer friend Emily was over for a visit and they were in the living room having a conversation. I rushed into the room and tried to ask a question. Chloe immediately started scolding me and cut me off everytime I tried to talk. She then spent a half hour reprimanding me while Emily sat there with a smirk on her face.\r\nEventually Chloe demanded to know what was so important that I needed to be be so inconsiderate. I got them to follow me into the kitchen and heard Chloe's scream of anguish as she saw Adam's lifeless body. I calmly explained that he had been having an allergic reaction and I had been trying to get his epipen from her.",
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"content": "Be safe",
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"content": "I used to work at this old mansion in Vermont that hosted weddings and such during the summer. The second floor was being renovated so guests could stay overnight. Since the widow who lived there last died, no one had slept up there.\r\nI was serving a wedding party in the garden when a boy of about 7 started climbing the scaffolding on the side of the mansion. His father, not wanting to make a scene by yelling, rushed over to get him down. But before he could reach the his son, the boy descended.\r\nI heard his father ask \"Why did you do that?\" and the boy calmly replied: \"The old lady in the window told me I was being unsafe.\"",
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"content": "Ice",
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"content": "My roommate Ashley is ridiculously clumsy. Poor thing. She trips, stumbles, and breaks things all the time. And, bless her heart, she's terrible at cleaning up. Socks and shoes are mandatory in the kitchen.\r\n\"Don't worry!\" She shouted down the hall towards my room. I had heard the crash in the kitchen and was getting up to investigate.\r\n\"What happened?\" I hollered back.\r\nApparently she'd broken a glass on the shelf.\r\n\"I'm cleaning it up!\" She announced. I didn't even give it a second thought and went back to my show. When it was on commercial, I got up to get a drink. I grabbed my favorite glass, a blue tinted mason jar, out of the cabinet and poured myself a large glass of sweet tea.\r\nMan. Northerners don't know what they're missing! I thought to myself, swallowing another chunk of ice. As I crunched it between my teeth, a terrible realization struck me.\r\nI didn't get any ice.",
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"content": "Wish I stayed home As the cold, winter wind howled through the empty streets, Mary huddled deeper into her coat, wishing she had stayed home. She had stayed late at the office, trying to finish a project, and now she was regretting it. She had heard rumors of a serial killer on the loose, preying o",
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"content": "As the cold, winter wind howled through the empty streets, Mary huddled deeper into her coat, wishing she had stayed home. She had stayed late at the office, trying to finish a project, and now she was regretting it. She had heard rumors of a serial killer on the loose, preying on lone women after dark.\r\nMary quickened her pace, her eyes darting around nervously. She was almost home, just a few more blocks. She could see the warm glow of her porch light in the distance. She was so close.\r\nSuddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She spun around, her heart racing, but there was nothing there. She told herself it was just her imagination, but as she turned back around, she saw a figure standing in front of her, its face twisted into a grotesque snarl. Mary screamed and ran, but she knew it was too late. The killer had been watching her all along, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.",
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"content": "She knows",
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"content": "Me and my mom always had a nice thing going on between us. We didn't wish each other only \"good night\" and \"good morning\". We also said things like \"good studies\" or \"good bath\", so that no one would be sad.\r\nI was going to school to have an exam and my mom wished me \"Good passing\". I didn't think much of it, because she probably meant something like \"good luck on passing your exam\", or something like that.\r\nIt was only when I crossed the street that i stopped to think about it. Being a careless person myself, I saw the bus. Then it hit me.",
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"content": "Why aren't you breathing",
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"content": "They say that you can still hear for seven minutes after you die well, I guess it is true. I remember my final minutes so very clearly; it was like every other day except this one was different. I don’t know if it was the poisoned breakfast toast or the strange dark figure walking up to me and dragging me along the floor.\r\nIt was very dark but it was like I was focusing on something. Then I heard my mother’s scream and it startled me. I tried to speak but nothing came out, I was trying to move but it did not work. That’s when I realised I was dead. I just lay there always trying to get up but nothing worked. I hear my mother say “Oh David why aren’t you breathing” then there was nothing.\r\nNow I lay or stand stuck with my thoughts for eternity.\r\nI guess this is hell",
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"content": "3 Anecdotes that are Completely Unrelated",
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"content": "The following anecdotes are separate stories. Do not attempt to connect them.\r\nA young boy squishes insects between his fingers. He loves slowly compressing them, watching as their little legs flail wildly. Sometimes, with larger bugs, he can completely flatten a part of their bodies, and they will still be struggling. His mother, concerned about this behavior, buys him a puppy to teach him empathy. A week later, he claims the puppy ran away. The issue is not addressed again.\r\nThere are a genre of videos on the internet that focus around things being crushed. For the most part, these fall into the “satisfying” type of video. Slime, stress toys, and the like are put under compressors, car tires, or boots, and their destruction is recorded. The people who make these videos make quite a large sum of money on them. There are also people who are willing to pay to watch other things be crushed, I’ve heard, but those are only rumours.\r\nSo far, the corpses of 7 women have been discovered. Each of them have been found with rather...odd injuries. On one woman, the doctor who performed her autopsy claimed that the bones in her arms and legs were “basically dust”. On another, her nose was completely flattened, her skull had dozens of fractures, and her eyes were dangling from their sockets. I will spare you the details of the other girls, but I’m sure you could imagine the horrifying injuries. A tripod was discovered at the scene of the latest body. No suspects have been taken into custody at this time.\r\nThese 3 anecdotes have nothing to do with each other. They are not related in any way. Do not look too deeply into it. You will not like what you find.",
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"content": "Sins of the Father",
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"content": "Michael sat in the church waiting for the end or whatever was to come, examining his birthmark. Fire rained down on the earth, plague ravaged the bodies and souls of all the other \"survivors\" left in the wake of the rapture, and hell seemed to break loose everywhere as the inferno engulfed the world.\r\nIt would have been hard to doubt Michael's piousness. His whole life was devoted to the church. Countless Sabbaths he'd spent reading the holy book in Sunday school, his free time used to preach the gospel, his attempts to become a religious leader all to no avail. Even God couldn't possibly doubt his devotion. His whole existence was dedicated for the sake of the hereafter and the life in the world to come. Heaven. But here he was stuck on Earth after all his friends had been saved.\r\nMichael remembered the face of the Messiah, in all his radiant glory. How he felt after being abandoned to live out the rest of eternity on this forsaken rock, condemned with the rest of the sinners. He didn't really understand why he deserved any of this, he was a good person and had done good things his whole life. All he knew was that he was eternally damned. At least Michael would get to see his dad again, soon.",
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"content": "I almost died…",
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"content": "I will never forgot this day. It was March 5th 2017 I had just gotten off of work and heading back home it was around 4:30 PM when I got back home I decided to take a long nap as soon as I layed down I heard a knock on my door I decided to get up and open it outside was a little girl who looked around 8-9 years old I opened the door and she was staring at me with a really creepy smile on her face I asked her “May I help you?” She said follow me I have to show you something cool. I was dumb enough to follow her she led me into a forest then she ran away and I was all alone I’m like whatever I made my way out of the forest that’s when 2 armed men with knifes in there hands walked up to me without any hesitation I quickly ran away and when I got to my house I quickly shut the door and locked it and called 911 when the cop’s arrived they let me know they catched the guys who tried to kill me but I have no idea where the little girl is at now but I hope she is okay but yea life lessoned to not trust anyone.",
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"content": "I know...",
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"content": "I know what you’re thinking right now.\r\nYes you reading this post...\r\nYou're probably wondering if this story is gonna be good.\r\nWell I’m telling you ahead of time that this isn’t a story. I want you to know that ghosts are real. The sounds you hear at night? Yes, they are the ghosts in your house moving around trying to find the perfect time to haunt you and bring hell to you. The weird/creepy feeling that you get at night? Yes, someone OR something is watching you. All of it is real. Every single bit of it. They are watching you all the time… The scariest part is when you wash your face and can't see what's staring back in the mirror...",
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"content": "Cats",
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"content": "About 3 years after I got my cat, pebble, she started acting sad and wasn't that playful anymore. I figured since I liked cats a lot, and also had more free time, I would get another. They got along great, and they even had matching little pillows where they slept side by side.\r\nOne night, after a hard day of work I got home late and plopped down into bed, absolutely exhausted. A few hours later, I woke up in the middle of the night to something nuzzling me. I assumed it was just one of my cats that had crawled into my bed, so I laid my head back down and looked out into the hallway.\r\nWhen I did, I saw both of my cats sound asleep on their pillows.",
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"content": "Returned",
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"content": "I woke up, my head pounding, looking up at the early morning sky. Getting my bearings, I sat up.\r\nI was in my front garden. I shivered holding my drenched nightgown closed.\r\nStanding, I walked to the front door; trying the handle, it was locked.\r\nI trotted around the side of the house to the sliding doors; locked too.\r\nI sighed and slumped down the floor, the sudden exhaustion making my head thump harder.\r\nLooking up, I saw the kitchen window ajar. Being careful not to fall, I climbed on top of the trashcan and slowly made my way into the house.\r\nEntering the living room, I noticed the furniture had been rearranged, I couldn't remember my parents telling me they were going to do this. I led down on the couch and fell asleep.\r\nI awoke to the sound of keys turning a lock. I shot upright and stared at the door.\r\nA woman walked in, my mother, except years older. I see her recognise my face and scream.\r\n\"Mum? Why are you screaming?\"\r\nIt's been forty minutes since my mother left the house and I'm scared.\r\nI look through the letter box and see my mother and father in the distant, she cries and he hugs.\r\nTwo men in white walk with purpose towards the house. I step back from the door and watch as the handle turns.\r\nThe door opens.\r\n\"Hey Greg, we just want to take you back home.\"\r\n\"This is my home!\"\r\n\"It was, a long time ago. Come on buddy, we need to get you back to the hospital.\"\r\n\"What hospital, MUM?\" I shout confused.",
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"content": "I dont know what to call this",
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"content": "A loud, sinister screech is blowing into the ear drums of those around me, they drop dead and a darkness consumes the room. One by one they get pulled into the darkness, and one by one eaten by that thing. I can’t move. I think to myself, frozen by fear as I feel a cold hand reach onto my shoulder. George gets consumed by the darkness and seconds later his screams stop. A loud clank of metal footsteps get louder and eventually they stop. I turn around slowly and a pair of glowing eyes and bloody teeth are looking down at me. I try to scramble to my feet and run, but it grabs my leg and crushes it. I scream in paining and cry for help. It laughs. I say my final prayers and prepare to die. It grabs my neck and raises me up, then grabs my legs and rips one clean off. The last thing I hear before passing out are gun shots.",
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"content": "Death",
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"content": "How will I die?\r\nThis is a question many humans ask themselves. Is it that big of a deal though? 150,000 people die a day so your death wouldn't be a big deal. Maybe if your rich or a celebrity people will care but give it a few years and your old news. Kidney disease, influenza, pneumonia, diabetes, Alzheimer's disease, strokes, measly accidents, cancer, old age, and heart disease just to name a few.\r\nHow will I die? It's a question many people wonder. What do you think you'll die from? Take a minute to think about it.\r\nTo tell you the truth, you're probably wrong. I think you'll die because of the guy standing behind you.",
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"content": "A Writer's Gift",
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"content": "Writers have a gift. I’m not talking about being able to string words together. Anyone can do that if they put their mind to it. No, I’m talking about the way a writer can take you to another place, to make you see things that before only they could see. It’s amazing that with just a few lines of text you can plant an idea in someone's head, make a thing seem so real that’s it’s practically in the room with them.\r\nLike a creature, for instance. A creature with milk white skin stretched across a tall and lanky frame. Its face just a gaping hole encircled by needle-sharp teeth. A black tongue lolls from its mouth and twitches through the air, searching for prey. Its fingers end in bone. Bone that grew too long and too sharp to be contained by the fleshy cage surrounding it.\r\nCan you see it? There, just out of the corner of your eye? I hope so, because I don't. I don't hear the sound of it scuttling between the dark corners of my house. I don't feel its breath on my neck. But you do, don't you?",
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"content": "The Clown, or a Way Out",
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"content": "It was a couple days ago when I first realized that the creepy clown doll from our basement was moving. I can remember lying in bed, sheets and blankets pulled down over my face as I heard a far off laughing and the scamper of little feet. I figured it had to be coming for me, no weird dolls ever attack adults. When I went down for school the next day I was looking for it when I heard the wet smack of my dad's hand across my mom's face. I shut out the pained look in her eyes as I went off to school, pretending not to notice the angry red marks that spanned her face. I couldn't focus that day, but managed to snag an x-acto knife from the art classroom when no one was looking. I couldn't wait to get that in the hands of the clown. After seeing my mom walk around a beaten zombie for so many years I want to make sure he can finish the job.",
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"content": "The Inevitable Patter",
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"content": "Some nights, the ones when the drinking doesn’t knock me out, I hear the patter of their feet across the hardwood of the living room. There’s no opening and closing of a door or window, just sudden scuttling up the stairs to my bedroom door. I always try to hold my palms over my ears to avoid their clicking mouths as they enter, but it does no good.\r\nIt’s been a year since I noticed them. Since then, Helen’s left and I’ve exhausted every mean of fighting them off: makeshift traps, barricaded doors, guard dogs. I even tried leaving to my family’s cabin, but that only made them move slower. I prefer it when they move quickly, all I get to see then is their bulbous, violent eyes as they glide their coarse, slender fingers run across my skin right before they make their incisions.\r\nI don’t fight anymore, I just drink. It’s the only thing that keeps me out long enough for them to leave.\r\nIt didn’t work tonight.",
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"content": "I forgot my keys.",
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"content": "Well, shoot. I forgot my keys.\r\nHappens to the best of us, right? But I still feel like an idiot. I've gotten so good at doing the \"pocket-patdown\" before leaving... cellphone, check! Wallet, check! Keys, check!\r\nBut not this time. I swear I felt them in my back pocket before I turned off the lights, walked out, closed the door, and hopped on my bike. I was almost a mile down the road before I realized they were gone - a vision of them sitting there, on the counter, flashed into my mind. I turned around and started pedaling back.\r\nBut by the time I got there, her house was already surrounded by squad cars.",
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"content": "I Love Being A Father",
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"content": "I’ve always wanted to be a father, so when my wife told me she was pregnant, it was one of the happiest days of my life. Even happier still, was the day our daughter was born. I cut the umbilical cord and looked into the eyes that would change the meaning of my life forever. I was a father then, and would be from that moment forward.\r\nAs we carried our new child out of the hospital, watching her sleeping face and her small chest rise and fall with the fresh breaths of a new world around her, I felt my throat burn with emotion. I couldn’t wait to get back home to my own daughter. She’d enjoy this new baby even more than she did the last.",
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"content": "I loved her",
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"content": "When Anna died, I didn't know what to do with myself. I wept, tore my hair out, screamed into a pillow. She was my everything, and suddenly...she was gone. There was no rhyme or reason to why I was being tormented, I simply couldn't sleep, eat, or breathe without her.\r\nMaybe sometimes we would fight, and sometimes get physical with each other, but I loved her. The feeling of her cold forehead under my fingertips still echoed cavernously inside me, ricocheting off my ribs. The weak flutter of her heartbeat against my chest, the wild, deep set blue eyes.\r\nI don't know how to live without her. Not to adhere to gender roles, but Anna was always the one who cleaned, who kept us tidy. Who made sure the house was spotless.\r\nFor one thing, I have no idea how to clean up the rotting corpses in the basement.",
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"content": "Bad boy",
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"content": "I got back from my night shift around 6 in the morning. The house was still quiet and dark. My husband's probably still asleep. There were some really messy brown stains on the wall and carpet. He let the dog in again, there were a lot of them in the kitchen too. I'll probably clean that later.\r\nThe light in the hallway starts flickering again, I keep telling him to change the goddamn light. The dog made such a huge mess even here. I creep into my son's room, he was still asleep with his back to me. Then I hear a loud clang coming from the kitchen. I better start putting up mouse traps. I look back at my son. He's awake and standing up in his crib. I pick him up, lay his head on my shoulder and try to rock him back to sleep.\r\nI could feel his sharp little teeth digging into my shoulder as blood starts to soak my shirt. My baby's been a real bad boy.",
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"content": "I saw someone in my hall way.",
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"content": "I woke up at 3am on the dot and see my hallway light on and my doorway wide open. I realize there’s someone standing in my doorway as what I can only describe as a completely blacked out silhouette of a man staring off into my ac unit and messing around with it. I start to adjust myself until suddenly I feel it notice me. The cold chill of fear runs down my spine and then I can completely tell it’s eyes are on me now. It knows I’m awake. Somehow it makes of voice of my mother and says to me “You’re not supposed to see this. Go back to sleep.” I do as I’m told and turn around in my bed and fall back asleep. The following day continues as normal. Nothing was stolen and my ac unit works just as it was before.",
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"content": "In the Club",
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"content": "It's 5am and the club is empty. The pulsating electronic beats from the speakers are much more obnoxious now with nobody grinding to them.\r\nSomebody should really turn that shit off, Jason thought. He looked around him. The flashing strobes and lasers look forlorn hitting empty space instead of the tangled sea of sweaty bodies from an hour ago. His head feels like it was hit by a sledgehammer. Some night this was, he thought. And I can't even remember any of it. Last thing he knows is chasing down those pills with a couple of gin-and-tonics and then he was waking up flat on the floor with nobody in sight.\r\nHe looked around him. He could feel the sticky filth of a hundred spilled drinks against his cheek; he could see the cigarette butts and spent packets of some questionable substance or another strewn everywhere. He tried to focus his eyes on the door. The bouncer was nowhere to be seen, as were his mates. Those assholes. Maybe they're hanging out in the parking lot with last ditch attempts at picking some girl up. They need to come back for him. Otherwise, he suspects, he won't be moving at all anytime soon. He's certain that if he so much as tried to move a muscle, everything's gonna come back up--all that booze, all those pills. Besides, he can't move--can't feel his legs at all, or his arms.\r\nWhich is really unfortunate, because the creature behind the bar just finished with the bouncer and it still wants more.",
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"content": "I'm Coming",
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"content": "I'm just an ordinary guy, 25 years old and I work at a pizza place. I have been going through life minding my own business and have just recently become a follower of Christ. Just 2 days after accepting Christ as my savior I received a bone-chilling phone call while at work.\r\nDuring our lunch hours its common place for us to receive unsolicited phone calls from telemarketers but this call was very different. The phone rang and I answered with our usual phone greeting .... no reply. Sometimes our phone cuts out so I wait a second and say \"Hello?\" again. Still no reply. Finally to avoid appearing rude I stated \"I'm sorry but if you are speaking, I can't hear you.\" Then from the other end of the call I heard what sounded like numerous voices, both male and female speaking at once. Of all the voices only one of them came through clearly. It was a male voice and it said \"I am 15 ft tall... and I'm coming\"",
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"content": "The shower",
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"content": "The shampoo was dripping down my hair. My eyes were shut tightly, I had always hated the burning sensation of the shampoo. I was scratching deep into my hair, trying to let the shampoo soak as deeply as it could into my hair.\r\nYou know the fear you get with your eyes closed? That if you open your eyes an old lady will be staring at you, a demon will be laughing in your face, a knife will be hanging over your head? This situation was like that..so I opened my eyes as soon as I could.\r\nI didn't scream because I saw any of those things. I screamed because I saw nothing.",
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"content": "Food",
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"content": "I was hindered by a debilitating mental illness which made me afraid of food. Not in the sense that it became monstrous or demonic, but rather, disgusting.\r\nI tried to eat a hamburger once, only to envision myself chomping down on a human tongue sandwich. I spat it out and vomited, no matter how hard I tried to think about something else, I would get ill when I tried to eat anything.\r\nI'd eat ice cream and imagine it's mouthfuls of aborted fetuses. I'd eat bacon and think I was eating fingers. Beef? I ate a steak once and ended up seeing my dead father's face staring back up at me, mouthing \"Why?\".\r\nI was so hungry, so desperate with emaciation. I lost so much weight, a collection of health problems and expenses. No one could fully explain or diagnose what this is. Some were even saying I had an eating disorder not unlike bulimia or anorexia. That' s bull shit though, cause I would have loved to have eaten anything.\r\nNow though, I'm doing a lot better, I've gotten my orignal weight and then some back. My hair and teeth are stronger with the new vitamins I'm getting. My new diet is a very particular one that no one has ever tried or are willing to try. As risky as it is, I don't mind because of the amazing results!\r\nWho would have thought eating human flesh could be so beneficial and healthy?",
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"content": "I went diving today and the fish were acting strange.",
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"content": "Hi Reddit,\r\nI'm a pretty experienced diver with dozens of dives under my belt, but today I need to reach out to you because I have experienced something that is beyond my understanding. I'm really confused and hope someone here may have an explanation or advice.\r\nI went diving this morning as I usually do. Everything appeared to be normal. But as I dove deeper, I noticed that the fish were acting odd. They didn't swim away as they usually do, but remained still, their eyes fixed on me with an intensity I had never before experienced.\r\nI quickly returned to the surface, but the feeling of being watched has not left me. Have any of you ever experienced something like this? Is there a logical explanation for it, or have I experienced something unknown, something supernatural?\r\nI have a feeling that the next time I enter the ocean, something might be waiting for me.",
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"content": "Locked in.",
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"content": "I feel a piercing cold in my side. Moments ago I had been peacefully sleeping, but had awoke to the horrible sound of metal tearing and scraping. As frigid water fills the room, I put on my life vest in a panic and open the door. In the hall there are hundreds more people just like me, none of which have been told what's happening. Above us we can hear panicked footsteps and screaming. Two babies are crying in the arms of their mother, who herself is crying, and trying to calm them to no avail. As I reach the end of the hallway, I find a group of angry men shouting at crew members, who are hiding behind a gate.\r\nA locked gate.\r\nThey've locked us down here.\r\nWe ram against the gate, but none of us are strong enough to break iron. The gate holds fast, and we realise our fate as the crew members sorrowfully walk up the stairs. I sink to my knees defeatedly, which puts me stomach deep in freezing water. I hadn't lived a particularly good life, I had never had much money nor had I a woman to go home to. I hadn't lived, and now I would die. I embraced the cold as it enveloped me.\r\nAnd plunged me into darkness.",
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"content": "A magician never reveals his secrets.",
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"content": "I was out for a walk with my dog, when I saw that old crazy looking man begging the people for money with some little magic tricks.. I couldn't endure something like that since I was a little boy, so I headed straight up to him and threw some coins in his cup.\r\nSuddenly he grabbed my arm.\r\n\"Do you want to know my biggest trick?\"\r\nI felt sad for him because everything he was doing seemed to be predictable, but I wanted to make him happy so I accepted.\r\nBut he just touched my head.. Irritated I tried to pull my head away.. Suddenly my vision blurred. Everything was white. There were just me and the man, but he had changed as well.. he had no face and his clothes became a white robe. And this thing floating over his head.. It was so bright I wasn't even able to look at it.\r\n\"Do you understand it? Everything's an illusion.\"\r\nAs he removed his hand I woke up in my bed and now I'm sitting here with my family eating, just waiting for the right moment to escape from this illusion.",
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"content": "C.I.P.A.",
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"content": "They diagnosed me with C.I.P.A when I was young. I never felt pain, couldn't tell the differences from hot and cold, nothing. The condition is rare, mine however, was one of the most extreme cases they had seen. Not only could I not feel pain, my injuries would heal almost five times faster than that of a normal person.\r\nAround age 11, my mother and father were in a car accident. Dad died, mom might as well have. She's never been the same. I started to feel pain. Emotional pain, not physical. I had pushed it down for a few months until it became too much. I started to experiment with self harm. Cutting, burning, but felt nothing from it. Showed almost no signs either, within 2 days my cuts and burns would heal.\r\nThis went on for 30 years. Never finding that relief. Mother died long ago. I've tried ending it all countless times. Today was my next attempt I've decided to lay across some train tracks and just let it happen. I know it won't work. It never does. Depression is a bitch when you're immortal.",
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"content": "The Karma",
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"content": "I looked out the window. There was no window. Let me give you the backstory; My sister is a murderer. And I’m her brother, lover and partner in crime. Back to the present: I stood there, staring at her turned back. “I love you”. That’s what she said to me. I told her I loved her too. That’s when she fell to her knees, still turning away from me and said, “Then why are we pretending that I’m real?! You were the one who killed your parents, not me!!” I heard a ripping sound, and a faint scream. I was shocked. Why’d she say such an insane thing? I know now why she brought me here. She then, like clockwork, turned around. Her smooth face. Her metal joints and cold hands. Her button eyes. She stared. I stared back as my 5 year old sister opened the door to my bedroom, frightened. “S-Saikou... Why is Mommy’s head on that doll?” She was shaking. I raised my knife. Slice.",
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"content": "A Special Child",
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"content": "I watched Davin sleep everyday from the day he was born. He was a sickly child and spent his first few days in the hospital. I would visit him every morning to watch him sleep. I would rest my hand against the glass dividing us, waiting for the day he'll come home with me.\r\nToday was the day, I snuck into the room where he slept and snatched him from his crib. I couldn't believe how light he was; it was very easy to run with him in my arms. I could hear screaming coming from a couple down the hallway as they pointed towards me. As I turned to look back, I lost my footing and Davin slipped out of my grip. His little head unfortunately hit the ground first, cracking his tiny skull in half. The screams from the couple increased as I bolted out the front door. Oh well, better luck next time.",
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"content": "Dear Jon",
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"content": "Dear Jon,\r\nIt’s been so long since I last heard from you. How are you?\r\nI know we’ve grown apart over the years and things are just not the same anymore… not without you. I’m such a nervous wreck now and I just can’t do anything right anymore.\r\nWe used to be tight – I remember how we drew together, mom would get mad though. Or how we hid together from the monsters? Yea mom was pretty scared of monsters too but we managed to keep each other safe didn’t we?\r\nYou’ve always had a way with words, I felt so safe around you. But then Doctor Han said we needed time apart.\r\nI’ve been miserable since then and boy do I miss talking to you. It’s been twelve hours since I stopped taking my medication and I just can’t wait to see you again.\r\nSincerely,\r\nJon",
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"content": "Suicide Prevention",
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"content": "I glanced at my watch as Slough station materialised around me. 17:15, November 5th, 2013. The time travel device had worked. It didn't take me long to spot her two platforms over - blonde hair disheveled, face red and streaked with tears. None of the commuters noticed her, or had any idea of the internal battle which raged within. 17:16. I took the overpass over to platform 4. It would only be a few minutes now before the express train to Oxford thundered through, six hundred tonnes of unforgiving steel which would ultimately claim her life. I got into position behind her, doing my best to keep out of sight. 17:17, and as I heard the distant whistle I knew I had only seconds to save her, save her from making this terrible decision which would devastate her family for years to come. I took a deep breath and shoved her onto the tracks.",
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"content": "House Fire",
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"content": "It was an intense and utterly terrifying experience. The feeling of the heat drawing out every drop of sweat from my body while the flames viciously licked at my skin.\r\nI was quick on my feet, dodging and jumping my way through many burning hoops and crevices. If I made even one wrong turn during my attempt at escape, I would have found myself trapped in a fiery grave.\r\nLuckily, I managed to make it out of the raging inferno alive, just barely unscathed. My heart was pounding like you wouldn't believe, but I was just thankful that I actually made it out of that hellhole with my skin still attached to my bones.\r\nThings couldn't have gone any better really. Looking behind me and seeing the ruin of whipping flames and raining ashes before me, I was relieved to discover that things went much better than I expected.\r\nIt was a massive risk, but it turned out to be a success. I was the only one that made it out of the house alive. All of the evidence that could've been traced back to my crimes was erased by the flames of judgement.",
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"content": "My boyfriend is a feeder",
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"content": "I have been with boyfriend Mark for over 3 years and the only thing I hate about him is the fact that he is constantly trying to make me eat.\r\nI have heard of people like him who get some sort of sexual gratification by watching other people eat. I have put on a lot of weight since we started dating and have been trying to lose the excess weight lately.\r\nI woke up yesterday to find him standing there with food in his hands. He tried to force me to eat it and then got angry with me when I refused. He has stormed off and is refusing to talk to me until I eat what he made me. I honestly don't want to put on anymore weight as my clothes are getting a bit tight on me.\r\n××××××\r\nI am really worried about my girlfriend as she barely eats anything anymore. I came home yesterday to find her lying unconscious on the ground after passing out from hunger. I tried to get her to eat something but she told me she wasn't hungry. I cannot stand to watch someone I love starving themselves to death. I wish I knew what to do",
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"content": "My wife's spending habits have gotten out of control",
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"content": "I didn't quite realize how bad it was till the bills started creeping up. I'm not usually a penny pincher and I rarely go over every purchase, but if I'm going to retire before 60, well... Things have to add up, you know?\r\nI've tried talking to her about it a few times and it always ends up in one of those yelling matches. A couple times she's stormed out and spent a night in a hotel, which only makes everything worse from a financial perspective.\r\nSo I started looking things over a bit more closely. Try and figure out some sort of compromise, even opted for a receipt-copy feature with our credit card. And my god has it brought some things to light.\r\nSix hundred dollars for a pair of shoes she's worn maybe twice? Over a hundred at the salon each month? Even the grocery bills have gotten out of hand, but at least she didn't put up much of a fight when I suggested we switch to Costco.\r\nThe bills did start looking better, but not without a huge drain on our relationship. I can't remember the last time we... you know. I'm still looking over everything, and while there have been a couple strange purchases recently I haven't decided if I'll bring them up or not yet.\r\nBut I seriously have no clue what the hell she needs five jugs of bleach for.",
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"content": "Just close your eyes.",
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"content": "Just close your eyes and count to five. It will go a little bit away when you do that. But only a little bit. You can only do this every five minutes. I'm sorry but I had to give it to you. I'm on a bus and it's slowly walking the same speed as the bus. It looks mostly human, but without palms. It's going to be with you forever now and giving it to others is the only way to slow it down. I don't know what will happen when it reaches me, but I doubt I have long to find out. It's roughly five feet away, again I'm sorry.",
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"content": "The Miracle",
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"content": "I used to be a real fuck-up. Excuse me, I mean I used to be a wretched sinner. Drinking, gambling, tax fraud; you get the picture. When I was saved, everything changed. I turned my whole life around.\r\nMy family, on the other hand, resisted salvation. My daughters hate wearing the dresses that cover them modestly from neck to ankle, and my son was upset when I destroyed his blasphemous video games. As for my wife, well, she’s still warming to the idea of indiscriminately obeying me. It will all be worth it, though, when we’re together in heaven, rejoicing and laughing at the screaming of the sinners as they burn in hell.\r\nAnd now, Praise the Lord, I've got a plan that will set my family on the path to righteousness, once and for all.\r\nYou see, God called out to me last night.\r\n“Here I am!” I answered.\r\nWe chatted, and He told me what I have to do. It surprised me at first, I’ll admit. But I am His obedient servant, so I prepared everything, exactly the way the Lord had dictated unto me.\r\nWhen my son comes home from school this afternoon, I’m going to offer him up as a burnt sacrifice, just like Abraham and Isaac. Don’t worry, though. If you've studied Scripture like I have, you already know how this ends. As my knife plunges inexorably toward his heart, an Angel of God is going to stop me! A true miracle!\r\nAnd then, the Lord is just gonna bless the heck out this family. I know it.",
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"content": "Sand",
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"content": "I visited the beaches at Normandy last month for the first time. After seeing \"Saving Private Ryan ,\" it was really interesting, yet creepy, to see the beaches as a serene place. I remembered seeing the blood wash up onto the beach in the film. I wondered if the blood could still be in the sand, maybe a mile underground. That was creepy to me.\r\nBut nothing prepared me for what came next. When the tide came back out, as I stared at one particular spot on the sand, a pool of blood began to form. It grew larger and larger, and then separated. I couldn't tell what it was doing at first, but as I continued to stare, I could see it was forming letters: R.......U.......N......Then, before I had time to absorb what was happening, a bony, bloody hand shot out of the sand and reached for my neck.",
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"content": "For years, I've copied him.",
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"content": "I've worn the same clothes. I've listened to the same shitty music. I've done what he did without fail.\r\nI've seen him at his best, and at his worst. It's me he comes to when his tie knot isn't perfect and when he thinks he has a rash.\r\nI've known him longer than anyone else, almost to the point where I know what he's thinking. And not once has he ever thanked me. He's never paid me a compliment. He walks past me like I don't even exist.\r\nI'm fed up of it now. Tonight, I'm going to make my move.\r\nWait till he finds out I'm not just an image in a mirror.",
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"content": "The Sweat",
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"content": "Everything is black. I look around. I can faintly see people standing around me, seemingly as confused as I am. Slowly, a light appears, piercing through the darkness. I stare, hypnotized. Suddenly, a thick fog rolls in, crushing my hypnotic state, devouring the people, as the light vanishes, leaving us in complete darkness. The air feels hot and heavy. I'm wet with sweat, breathing hard. No matter how deep a breath I take, almost no air reaches my lungs. I panic as I struggle to inhale the hot air. As I take a deep breathe, desperate to force oxygen inside me, my lungs fill. My body temperature cools, and I can breathe again. The light comes once again. But this time, there are no people around me, instead there are just corpses surrounding me. I have survived the Sweat.",
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"content": "R.I.P",
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"content": "Deciding to kill myself was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made. It was really the only option, though it feels like the easy way out. I just can't do it anymore, it's all too much. So I've made up my mind once and for all. Please don't try and talk me out of it, it'd be a waste of time. I've excepted it and I'm ready.\r\nTonight when I lay down to sleep, I'll remove a razor from the box on my bed stand and get to work. If my plan works, the blood won't stain too much and it'll go quickly. The drugs Ive slipped him should keep him in a deep sleep. I wish it didn't come to this but he's stealing my entire life and personality. I'm fairly certain he's even slept with my wife. Clones can't be trusted.",
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"content": "Smoke Break",
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"content": "I stepped outside for a smoke. It was dark, rainy and a little too cold...but when you need a fix, you need a fix.\r\nI walked off the porch and stood under the eave of the garage. I thought I heard something over the rain, but wrote it off as late night imagination.\r\nAs I stood there, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise. It was cold out, sure, but there were only a few puffs left.\r\nI returned my phone to my jacket pocket, looked up and froze. On the other side of the porch, a figure stood staring at me, it’s heavy breath fogging the air around it.\r\nI heard the bone-cracking sounds of their smile before I ever fully saw it.\r\nThe porch light turned off.",
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"content": "Live In The Moment",
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"content": "I still don't understand why it happened, to be perfectly frank. All I ever, or well, \"I\" is rather subjective considering the circumstances but all I wanted to do then was to capture a moment in time. To capture a split second of my essence and enclose my spirit within to showcase to the future generations. To have them marvel at me long after I'm gone and say, \"Wow, you can truly see the glimmer in his eyes. Remarkable, isn't it? He always looked so alive.\"\r\nWell, if that was my goal I certainly succeeded in doing so. Certainly not in the way I expected, however. Long after the core being is deprived of its consciousness sole fragments still remain within the photographs taken by the individual during their lifespan. So even when the host that could once be considered my foundation passes away I still remain in eternal stasis akin to being in a vegetative state with elevated self-awareness. So, the very brief glimpses I receive from onlookers grants me temporary relief as I get to take in something new before returning back to the monotony of my existence. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that I am happier to see them than they are to see me. Because what they see is nothing more than a shell of my former self.\r\nSo whenever you ponder over the drawbacks of immortality, take a picture. It'll last longer.",
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"content": "The man who killed my daughter",
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"content": "The day it happened is the day I believed that monsters were real. Amber alerts were appearing on Phones, TVs and radios as if there was some hope that she would be found. As if there was someway she would be in my arms the next day uninjured and justice would be served. I knew the truth. Anger coursed through my veins as I watched the news report about a 7 year old being abducted, knowing that no one in this bum fuck town cared enough to even notice any sign of my daughter. Earlier that day the police came to my home to get any information they could regarding her but I knew in a few days everyone would have forgotten of my missing child. I couldn't live with myself knowing her killer is roaming these streets. However, tonight is when this nightmare comes to an end. The only way I can sleep is knowing the son of a bitch who killed my daughter is cold in a grave. I went to the hardware store and got all the tools I needed to get the job done. 11:47 PM is when her killer died and as the noose tightened around my neck all I could think of was my sweet little angel and the horrible thing I'd done.",
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"content": "There's Always Room for Jell-O",
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"content": "My friends and I got the bright idea of pouring a whole bunch of Jell-O powder into our swimming pool. It wasn't a very big pool, and Jensen was loaded. You'd think he'd spend money on more sensible things.\r\nAnyway, the Jell-O eventually solidified. Someone put their hand on the surface and confirmed that it was. But I was the only one that saw an ant crawl into the pool and slowly sink as it desperately contorted its body in an effort to grasp safety.\r\nThe last thing I remember was being pushed into the pool of Jell-O, with this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. While I struggled to breathe, I realized that all of my friends had jumped in together. No one would be home for hours.",
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{
"content": "Self Loathing",
"role": "user"
},
{
"content": "Whenever I see that heinous face I hate only one thing more than him - myself. To think that he would slaughter entire families for sport. To look into the faces of pleading children and respond with a laugh followed by a bullet to the face. So many lives ruined. What kind of monster would do that. Then there's me. The sick sack of shit that has been providing him with a haven, where he can hide all while continuing with this sadistic hobby. I hate myself more and more every day. I don't know how much longer I will last. Then again I don't really have any other options but to stow him... I mean... who would give up their own son?",
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| 1.37
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"content": "Heart Surgery",
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"content": "Step by step, my mind races with thoughts. Just before my 10th birthday, Father told me I was deeply sick. \"You need an operation, my son,\" he told me, \"we're going to give you a new heart.\" The wind blows sand into my face. I rub my fingers along the long line of fresh stitches sprawled down my chest, feeling my pulse. \"My new heart beat,\" I thought. As I come closer, I look back to see Father with his cellphone watching from a distance. He motions me to keep going. I reach the group of chatting men, clad in their uniforms. \"Hey, buddy, you lost?\" Father told me not to come back if I couldn't, so I must. I look from the ground to the man's face to the cloudless sky. \".. Allahu Akbar.\"",
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| 1.52
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"content": "The Predators Last Hunt",
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"content": "The girl sat at the bar, her red lips curled into a coy smile as she twirled the umbrella in her drink. The boy slid onto the stool beside her, confident, charming, the perfect predator. They exchanged flirty banter, their laughter mingling with the low hum of conversation in the dimly lit room.\r\nShe leaned in closer, her perfume intoxicating. \"Why don't we go somewhere quieter?\" she whispered, her eyes glinting in the flickering neon lights.\r\nHe smirked. Too easy. \"Lead the way.\"\r\nOutside, the alley was deserted, the air cool and thick with the smell of rain-soaked pavement. He pressed her against the wall, his hand brushing the small blade in his pocket. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck, inviting him closer.\r\n\"I've got a confession,\" he murmured, his fingers tightening. \"You're not walking away from this.\"\r\nShe smiled wider, her teeth sharper than they had been moments ago. \"Neither are you.\"\r\nThe boy screamed, but it was swallowed by the night as she sank her fangs deep into his throat",
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"content": "Followed",
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"content": "When I left my house to go to the night shop, I heard shrieking, in every tone you can imagine. I turned around to try and locate the source of the sound. I could vaguely distinguish a shape from the darkness. It wasn't human. It was smaller, about the size of a prepubescent child, but with abnormally long limbs and a small, long head with glistering eyes. My fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. I chose to flee. And here I am, running through my dimly lit deserted street from something. I do not dare to look behind me. I don't hear any noise behind me, but I know it's still there.\r\nI take my cellphone and dial 911. \"Hello, what is your emergency?\". The voice, it sounds laconic, distorted. And surprisingly real. \"Hello, I need you to listen to me. I am not making this up. I am being chased by.. something. I am in the main street. I need help, I think it's getting closer but I'm not sure. Please send help!\".\r\n\"I'm afraid we can't help you right now.\". The voice sounds totally different this time, something is seriously wrong with the connection. I look at my cellphone screen. The call, it never got through. And then, I feel a crude tongue scouring down my cheek.",
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"content": "Demons in the dark.",
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"content": "\"Shit!\" Shelby exclaimed as her flashlight went out. \"Not here! Not now!\". There was an evil laugh coming down the hallway behind her, followed by the voice of something truly evil. \"Run little child\" it whispered, \"you'll be fine. Just like all your friends\". Shelby turned and sprinted down the hallway. It wouldn't end, no matter how far she ran. The figure stayed in his place at the other end, seemingly motionless. \"Endless they say\", the figure said. \"The farther you run, the farther into hell you go\". Shelby turned to look at the figure, and tripped over her feet. The figure glided to her, put his ghastly mouth right by her ear and whispered, \"Your going to be late!\"\r\nThat's when Shelby woke up in her bed, covered in sweat and shaking. She got up, got dressed and start walking down the hallway towards the stairs. She accidently tripped over foot, and fell onto the floor. \"Shit\", she exclaimed. She rolled over to see the Demon, inches from her face. \"Where were we?\"",
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"content": "Goodbye Sonata",
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"content": "It rained today so he couldn’t go out to play; but at least he found an old piano hidden in the basement. He pressed a note lightly, but no sound came out. Intrigued, he tapped on the note faster and faster, but still no sound. Frustrated, he slammed on as many notes as his little hand could, but still to no avail. He stood up disappointingly. The sound of rain loudens as he stepped away from the piano. Suddenly, a soft note came from the piano causing him to turn his head. It played faster and faster and louder and louder. Horrified, he felt the cold creeping down his neck and into his spine. Then many keys slammed together producing an agonizing tone, disjointed of any harmony.",
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"content": "The Man Who Stands In The Corner Of My Room",
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"content": "I never minded the man who stands in the corner of my room. My mother never believed a word of what I told her about him, always telling me to stop speaking such nonsense and that only bad children lie to their parents. That was so very long ago. A couple years had gone by since my mothers passing, but it’s not like I had to really say goodbye to her. Now I know she believes me, and I'm happy to see her enjoying the company of the man who stands in the corner of my room. I just wish I could hear what they were saying to each other.",
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"content": "Hot Night",
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"content": "I made love to Allison last night for the first time since all that shit happened.\r\nIt was amazing, like we were college kids again. Me on top, her on top, anything and everything in every position imaginable, locked together like the mating insects you sometimes find stuck together in the summer. It was magnificent. She let me do things to her that she would have never agreed to before. I feel like I'm falling in love with her all over again. I certainly can't imagine being with another woman.\r\nEasily it was the best sex I've ever had in my life, and I've played the field like Babe Ruth. She's much better in the bedroom now than she ever was when she was alive.",
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"content": "Moscow Madness",
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"content": "“Go on, take it. It’s okay.” I’ve always wanted to hold a gun, plus my Mom isn’t looking right now. She was talking to Yuri, checking the accuracy of their shots on the target downrange.\r\n- “I’ll take a photograph. You’ll be like John Wayne, man. It’s okay.” Said the instructor again. I was told that she was the expert, to listen to her. So I eagerly take the rifle, grinning stupidly and looking to her for approval. She nods. “Very cool, man.” She says, making me feel even more bad-ass. I raise it slightly, surprised at its weight. “Pretend to take a shot. I’ll snap a picture.” She said. So I raised the barrel downrange, spotting my Mom and Yuri. I know it isn’t loaded so I pretend to take aim. Boom. Headshot. Just like a video ga- BANG",
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"content": "I didn’t know",
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"content": "I wake up and look at the alarm clock. It was an hour past 7:00 “Dangit, I’m late for work!” I’d get up quickly and get dressed. I even skipped the shower. I rushed to my car wandering how I must have slept late. I turn the ignition “C’mon!” My car wouldn’t start. I finally got it to start. I pulled out of the driveway, and quickly sped onto the main road, but I accidentally ran a light.\r\nNext thing I know I got scratches everywhere, my car is destroyed, and I couldn’t feel anything.\r\n“That’s strange?” I pass out again. I wake up back in my bed. I hear the doorbell ring. My wife opens the door. The cops where there. “What? Why are they here?” I said to myself. “Ma’am may we come inside?” an officer said asked. “Sure.” My wife told them. “You’re husband was in a car accident.” The officer said. My wife burst into tears, asking if I was ok. “He passed.” The officer said. I looked at my hands with the scratches still on them. “No! This can’t be happening” I yelled. I ran upstairs into my bathroom, and looked into the mirror. My face was bloody. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do.\r\n“I didn’t know!”........\r\nHope you enjoyed!",
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"content": "A Bonding Experience",
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"content": "All around, people trembled, shook in terror. Nobody knew what was to come, not that anyone really wanted to find out. This bleak day had been the dawn of a new era.\r\n“W-what are we gunna do?” whispered Al Benton, looking around to the other townsfolk. “We need to get out of here.”\r\n“Go where? Does it look like there’s anywhere to run to?” replied the sheriff, Billy-Ray, he had all but emptied his service pistol in the last stand. He indicated to the non-existent sky, and the anomalies in its blinding white depths.\r\n“What’s happening, guys? Just what the fuck is happening?” cried little Sam Jacobs, who had been caught by surprise on his walk home from school. Luckily Billy-Ray had kept those… things… off of him.\r\nAl looked to Sam in terrified frustration. “Does it fuckin’ look like any of us know, boy?”\r\nAl held up his right hand, the mangled flesh that remained was a pitiful excuse for a hand. “I know this. I was almost killed. My wife and kid, disappeared before my fucking eyes. That’s what I know. Other than that, I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue”\r\nSam turned even more pale then before, about ready to wretch.\r\n“Take it easy, Al. We’re all in this together.” Said Billy-Ray, patting the unequipped teen on the shoulder.\r\nA large pile of rubble that was once a building lifted effortlessly into the sky, before disappearing completely into the brightness.\r\n“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.” Cried Sam.\r\n“Kid, I think that death would be much more preferable to what’s going on here.” Said Al, as the nothingness expanded.",
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"content": "The Creature",
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"content": "It had started off a regular day, woke up, had breakfast, went to work. That's where it changed. On my way to the public transportation I passed somebody on the street. That's when I noticed there was something wrong, very wrong, with this creature. It was a monstrosity, with long skinny limbs and smooth skin, mostly covered by baggy clothing to conceal its shape. I recognized it from pictures and books, for I didn't think they had ever really existed. I knew what it was, one of the previous owners of our home. They had practically destroyed the place before we arrived. I knew that it was dangerous. \"HUMAN\" I screamed, warning others passing by as I pointed a green finger at it. \"LOOKOUT IT'S A HUMAN\"",
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"content": "Dear Sister",
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"content": "He carefully turned the knob of the door and entered, as silently as ever. The room was gently lit by the dim light from the lamp on the nightstand, bathing the whole room in a warm glow of cosy comfort. He turned around, closed the door with a soft thud, and then walked over to the bed.\r\n“She’s already fallen asleep”, he thought to himself as he looked lovingly at his sister.\r\nHe glanced up at the clock on her nightstand - ‘12.00 A.M’, it read.\r\nHe contemplated for a moment as to whether he should wake her up and wish her, but refrained. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. He gazed at her tenderly for a few more moments before whispering, “We’ll do all your favourite things tomorrow, dear one”, as he gently brushed her hair and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.\r\nTurning around, he switched off the light, and then carefully leaned over her to find the lid, and with deft precision, pulled it over her, silently covering her coffin.\r\n“Good night, little dear” he whispered again and settled down to sleep beside her.\r\nIt was her ninth birthday this year.",
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"content": "dealing with business",
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"content": "A mysterious figure sat behind bars in a spinning chair, facing away. He wore a tight, black, pinstriped tuxedo paired with a pork pie hat.\r\n“You know,” he began, reaching into his pocket, “when I get out of here, I’m going to stand on business.”\r\nThe guard turned, puzzled, and aimed his flashlight through the bars. “W-what business?” he asked hesitantly.\r\nThe figure pulled a lighter from his pocket and turned to face the guard, revealing himself to be a monkey. Slowly, he placed a cigar in his mouth, lit it, and took a deliberate drag. His cold, blank stare met the guard’s eyes as he exhaled a thin stream of smoke. In a deep, raspy voice, he uttered:\r\n“Monkey business.”\r\nWithout breaking eye contact, he exhaled another puff of smoke directly into the guard’s face. Then, with a flick of his hand, he tossed the cigar onto the gasoline-soaked ground beneath the guard’s feet. Flames consumed the area, creating chaos as the monkey seized his chance to escape.\r\nThe scene cuts to a cinematic shot of the monkey walking away. the blazing zoo behind him, while he’s lighting another cigar, striding into the night.",
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"content": "Fat Feet",
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"content": "“I don’t want to do it,” sobbed Druscilla, cowering beneath the stove.\r\nIt hadn’t fit. No matter which angle she tried, no matter how much force Druscilla had exerted. It hadn’t fit.\r\nMother, thinking quickly, had excused them to the kitchen. “She’s had a salty breakfast,” Mother explained. “Salt swells the extremities. Allow her a minute to rehydrate.”\r\nTheir guests had graciously capitulated to the request, despite the absurdity of the idea.\r\nBut when Druscilla reached for a mug from the cupboard, Mother had slapped her hand away.\r\n“No amount of water will shrink your fat heifer feet, Druscilla,” Mother had cursed.\r\nDruscilla stared at her blankly. Then Mother had explained her true plan.\r\n“Please Mother,” Druscilla begged, pinned down in the corner of the kitchen. “There will be other suitors!”\r\n“This isn’t just any suitor,” said Mother, pressing the steak knife down at the knuckle of each of Druscilla’s toes, dislodging them, one by one, with a wet pop.\r\n“Darling, hush,” Mother said, clasping her hand over Druscilla’s howling mouth. “His servants will carry you about in sedan chairs. You won’t need to walk once you marry the Prince.”",
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"content": "A drink before bed.",
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"content": "Damn. It’s almost midnight, I should really get some rest. I’m a bit anxious, since I’m all alone in my dorm house. My roommate has gone home for the week because she’s feeling very ill, leaving me all alone. A days’ worth of studying really drains your energy, you know? But first, a nice cold beer. A nightcap, if you will. Silently, with all the lights on I walk downstairs, straight to the kitchen.\r\nAs I enter the kitchen, something feels.. off. I think I just heard some noise, but I don’t know where it came from. It’s probably just my imagination, anyways. As I walk to the fridge, I notice a note pinned to it. That’s odd, I can’t recall placing a note on the fridge. Hesitantly, I read the note. “Go bowling with some awesome guy someday.” A smile forms on my face. Ah yes, of course. Now I remember! I shouldn’t forget that.\r\nWith a false sense of safety and a beer in my hand, I go back upstairs. Shit, I forgot to turn off the light in the bathroom again. My nerves get the better hand of me again, so before I go inside, I look through the keyhole of the door, only to find another eye peering back at me.",
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"content": "The Solution",
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"content": "He was shaking uncontrollably. The gun pressed firmly against his head. He reflected on the innumerable failures the world would be free of if he had never existed. He licked his lips, salt, tears. He had never held a gun before. He nervously caressed the trigger. How much pressure was needed to create this better world? A world free of him.\r\n\"Do it!' A harsh voice whispered.\r\n“This is all your fault.” A shrill accusation.\r\n“End it now!”\r\nThe voices, the voices came on in a flood, drowning out all other thoughts, pushing hot tears from his eyes and down his cheeks. His breath came in short gasps. He pressed the barrel harder against his temple, shaking, trembling, he pulled the trigger.\r\nBlood and bits of bone splattered wetly across the floor. Then there was silence. Sweet, perfect silence.\r\nHis wife stepped into the doorway and froze. She put her hand to her mouth and fell against the door frame in shock as she took in the terrible scene. Her husband, a gun held limply in one pale hand, his chin resting on his chest, head bowed, on his knees in a puddle of blood.\r\nSlowly, he raised his head and looked up at his wife, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth. He stumbled to his feet and bounded towards her, arms spread wide, screaming gleefully. \"We're free, honey, we’re free!\" leaving the lifeless body of their newborn son, lying cold on the floor.",
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"content": "Down the drain ....",
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"content": "So there has been a story in the news about this girl being pushed down a drain, she dropped 40ft to her death. The girls who did, felt nothing at all, they never admitted to doing such a thing. The following night one girl was having a shower and she was hearing strange noises coming from the plug hole, she stood confused for a moment and then continued getting dressaed and headed to her room shortly after. Still wondering about the strange noises she heard she fell asleep. Moments after her falling into a deep sleep, long creeking sounds were being made, each one getting closer to the girls room . The door screeched as it opened ... the girl was taken by something, nothing would have recognised. The next morning the girl was reported as missing....the following week the girl was found crushed at the bottom of a drain .... years have gone by and no one still knows how she got there, do you?",
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"content": "Driving through the Deep South",
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"content": "If you're driving through the Deep South, especially during the summer, keep an eye out for scarecrows. They might be spaced out across untold miles and miles. But there will be some that will greet you from cornfields. Don't worry about those because they are normal scarecrows made of fabric and filled with straw.\r\nIf you see a scarecrow that is posted on the side of the road, however, don't ignore it. Watch it as you get closer. Look for some interesting details.\r\nThe scarecrow shouldn't look like a naked little girl with hair that has been dyed black. It shouldn't have two torched crevices where its eyes should be. And it definitely shouldn't be covered in symbols that were made by a burning cross-shaped branding iron. If it is, then it's not a normal scarecrow.\r\nYou should get out of the car, kneel underneath her judgemental eyes, and pray for protection from the people who nailed her up on the splintered cross.\r\nWelcome to the Dark South. Where fear can be so persuasive.",
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"content": "Without a telescope",
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"content": "Have you ever seen shattered glass suspended in midair? No? Well I have, and let me tell you, it's quite a sight. Imagine standing out in a a big, open, country field. A field thats thousands of miles away from any big city with it's intrusive lights and sky polluting smog. You look up into that big open sky, and it's lit by stars, galaxies, nebulas, moons and suns. Now, imagine that beautiful sight is inches in front of your face. Every single shard of glass has it's own snowflake like individuality. Some pieces are jagged and dangerous. Some fragments are round and smooth. When you shine a light through them, it's as if Edwin Hubble himself is giving you his own personal telescope to gaze at the wonders of your own personal universe. You have a front row seat to the big bang. It truly is a beauty to behold, and it's a once in a lifetime experience that not many people will get to see. Unfortunately for me, that WAS the last thing I ever saw…… Seconds before the car accident I was in took my life.",
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"content": "The movie",
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"content": "So there i was, sitting in the theater, watching the blockbuster movie of the year. The movie that had taken the country by the storm. The plot which was based on a true story, about the gruesome killings of 17 women. A serial killer who has eluded the police for so long..\r\n35 minutes in, and its the scene of the first brutal murder. He choked the helpless woman, and laid her down on a table. Then he began applying make up on her face. \"Death should be beautiful\", as the tagline of the movie said..\r\nWhile all this unfolded on the screen, i heard the person sitting next to me giggle. It was very peculiar and so i asked him, \"What's the matter? Why are you laughing? You don't think this is scary?\"\r\nHe leaned in and said, \"You know they got one thing wrong.\r\n\"I used to to put the make up on them when they were still alive..\"",
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"content": "Priority Shipping",
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"content": "My wife sobbed as we watched the interview with the grief-stricken couple. I could hardly choke back my own tears. Their son had been missing for nearly a month. His smiling face had been plastered on billboards and train stations. News channels were constantly updating the nation with possible developments in the case, and police departments across the country had set up hotlines.\r\nThe mother dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, struggling to complete her sentences. The father was stoic; he looked as though he had aged ten years. The couple had just received a package, and DNA tests confirmed that its contents had belonged to their little boy. The world was horrified and disgusted by this act of brutality, but no one was more shocked than I was.\r\nI sent them his thumbs, but the box contained his eyes.",
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"content": "Dear old Mrs Hudgens",
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"content": "Mrs Hudgens was an old woman who lived by herself in the middle of several farms, including her own. Her husband had died many years ago and her children had grown up and stopped visiting. I am the only person who visits her anymore, just as a friend. Until just the other day.\r\nIt had been several months since I visited her house. I pulled up her driveway and I saw her. Or what was left of her. She was sitting on her rocking chair on the porch, her bony fingers fusing with the wooden arm rests. Her face was shrivelled and brown as her decaying skin stretched across her skull. She sat there, looking at me with eyeless sockets. I imeditly dialled 911 and reported her body.\r\nI should have stuck around. I should have waited for the ambulance to arrive and cart off her body, but something inside me screamed to run. To run as hide very far away. So I got in my car and drove off.\r\nIt wasn't until I got home that I realised what was bugging me. That whole time. The rocking chair. The rocking chair was still moving.",
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"content": "Monsters Don't Exist",
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"content": "As Emma's mother was putting her to bed, she cried out, \"Mommy, please can I sleep with you? I am afraid of the monsters.\"\r\n\"Emma you are now six years old, you shouldn't make excuses like this. Monsters don't exist in real life.\" Her mother replied and kissed her goodnight.\r\n\"Ok, mommy, Goodnight.\" Emma sighed.\r\nHer mom turned off her lights and closed the door. Soon the room was enveloped in darkness. Emma was too scared to sleep. What if the monster comes this night too. She shivered. She tried to keep her eyes open but at last she was asleep.\r\nAfter a while her door opening. Emma woke from the sound and saw a huge, dark monster coming towards her. With its bloodred eyes, it growled, and soon had her in clutches. But before Emma could cry out, it silenced her. She had closed her eyes out of fear and knew what was going to happen next. The monster leaned towards her and whispered in her ears, \"Let's play our game, Emma.\"",
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"content": "In Skin",
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"content": "I had just woken up that morning, several years ago. I just happened to look down at the palm of my hand, and it was there.\r\nA smiley face. It didn’t look like a drawing. Or a burn mark. When I ran my fingers over the lines, I couldn’t actually feel them. They were too deep. It was more than a mere decoration. It had always belonged.\r\nRunning to the bathroom, mind conquered by confusion and unnerving speculation, I knew what I had to do. I tried everything at my disposal. I wet a washcloth, then dropped it in the sink.\r\nThe sink was filled to the brim with water.\r\nHot water.\r\nMy skin was boiled, withering, when I pulled the rag away. And the face was still smiling.\r\nNext, I used bleach. I kept an extra bottle of it under the counter. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. My hand started to tingle after a few moments, then burn.\r\nI scrubbed and scrubbed.\r\nScrubbed.\r\nScrubbed.\r\nScrubbed.\r\nMore teeth.",
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"content": "Crystal Cave",
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"content": "Floyd Collins was trapped in the cave for more than two weeks before he finally died of exposure and thirst. Foolishly exploring the abyss by himself, a rock had fallen on his leg, pinning him in a narrow tunnel. Friends found him the next day, but they were of no help. No one could reach the rock. They tried to dislodge him for four days before the tunnel collapsed. By the time they reached him with a new tunnel more than a dozen days later, he was already dead. I don't know what thoughts went through his head in those last moments, but I bet they weren't happy ones.\r\nAnd neither are my last thoughts. I just keep replaying the story in my head, wondering how I was so stupid as to put myself into this mess. I was just so fascinated with the story of Floyd, I had to make the journey to this spelunking Mecca.\r\nI never should have come here, I know that now. It wasn't an accident, Collins or me. Like a Venus fly trap this place lures us foolish explorers to it, and then closes its jaws down greedily. I know I'm down to my last few breaths, the rock pressing relentlessly against my chest, and I choose to spend them screaming.",
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"content": "The Sound Of Silence.",
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"content": "I’ve always liked the sound of silence the desert has to offer. A big part of my childhood was spent camping out here with my dad. I always loved it every time we came.\r\nOf course, when he asked if I wanted to go camping like the old days, I would say yes. Life has been real tough on him since my mom left last year. I figured this would be a good getaway for him and like any other trip we went on include the usual hiking, campfires, and stargazing. It was always so relaxing. This time was different though.\r\nI’ll never understand why some people do what they do in life, but it’s a question that will forever go unanswered.\r\nI’ve always liked the sound of silence, but it’s starting to become deafening. It’s been 3 weeks already and I’m starting to think they’ll never find our bodies.",
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"content": "Pebble Beach",
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"content": "He stepped across the beach of fist-sized pebbles, his eyes watering from the wind gales. A few feet away, something made a crack! noise and made him look up. It took a moment to make it out, but he saw one of the million rocks had split in two. Between the two halves of the nearly spherical pebble sat a red spider, or crab, with large, stark white pincers. One of the ever-present, voracious seagulls swooped down and snapped at the creature, which made a stupendous leap at the last moment and clung to the bird’s throat. The gull thrashed among the shingle, squawking loudly. After a moment, it lay still. He approached the quivering carcass and noticed more red on the bird. Some of it was blood, but tiny red specks were crawling around a nasty gash. He picked up a stick and poked at the wound, and dropped it with a small scream when the red crab thing and a dozen smaller ones crawled out of the carcass. Around him, a chorus of cracks sounded, and thousands more crab-things crawled out of their stone eggs, eager for their first meal.",
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"content": "The Friendly Puppy",
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"content": "The Friendly Puppy is an object that is connected to the paranormal. The item in question is a small stuffed doll that resembles a puppy, with light brown fur and two comically large glass eyes. The origin of the doll is unknown, as is the creator of the thing.\r\nThe doll has been the center of multiple missing persons cases across the United States. Starting in the early 2000s, as much as twenty seven people have gone missing, never to be seen again, around the item. The missing people usually act paranoid and often disappear in the middle of the night. When police investigate, they find no traces of blood or violence anywhere. It seems that the people just end up gone, with no notes or anything to explain why. All that can be said is that the doll itself is at the heart of these disappearances.\r\nThe paranormal side of the story comes from what the doll does before the people disappear. Victims usually report the doll stalking them everywhere they go, and teleporting with a blink of an eye. The doll is never observed (most of the time) by others, and the victims' claims are attributed to stress, paranoia, and mental illness. Victims also report hearing ghostly scratching and dog barks coming from behind their bedroom doors at night. A few have even reported that the doll growled at them.\r\nThere are no pictures of this doll, any photographs report back distorted or damaged by water or fire. Simply put, the case is still open. Be on your guard.",
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