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"content": "A Piece of Paper",
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"content": "My right fist clenched a piece of paper. The crude folds came undone as my fingers pressed harder. The paper felt worn in my hand as my palm started to sweat. Sweat, even though my hands felt cold.\r\nStanding in the booth, feet planted to the ground, my arm hadn’t hesitated to extend itself over the small desk. But it only took a drop of hesitation to unleash doubt and misery upon my heart. Before my very eyes, the plain cardboard box turned into a ravenous monster, ready to devour whatever came through its narrow mouth.\r\nMy mind tried to pry my fingers apart, but they were locked, my determination the lost key. Torment plagued my mind as my feelings bombarded me with questions, uncertainty, misery. A dark chill spread all over my body as I told myself,\r\n“Let go.”\r\n“Don’t do it.”\r\n“Let go.”\r\n“Don’t do it.”\r\n“Let go.”\r\n“Don’t –”\r\nThe paper floated through the slit, ever so slowly swaying back and forth on its journey down the pit, until it settled lightly on the bottom. But I could hear the thud in my mind as it landed.\r\n“Hurry up in there,” a grunt came from outside. The ballot was out of my hands, the burden on my mind lifted, as I hastily exited of the voting booth. There was nothing I could do now. I promptly headed toward the exit.\r\nBut as I rushed down the endless stairs and left the building, I caught a few words I didn’t need to hear over the PA system:\r\n“Congratulations to Subject #12,239,876 for winning the vote. Execution will begin at noon.”",
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"content": "Careful what you wish for.",
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"content": "It's been 3 months since the fire, since I lost my wife. Every day, after I get off work at 4 pm, I visit her in the cemetery. I tell her I miss her, I tell her about my day, I'm trying to move on, but it's hard.\r\nToday is our anniversary. It's too much to handle right now. I think I might just leave. Oh god, I wish you were still alive baby.\r\nIn a low raspy voice \"As you wish\" right behind my ears. I turned my head, no one.\r\n\"AAHHHHH!!\" A blood curdling scream erupted below me.\r\n\"Julia!?\" I started digging wildly with my bare hands.\r\nIt's 5:30 pm, the screams have finally stopped. I couldn't get to her in time.\r\nAs I sit there sobbing \"Careful what you wish for\" the wind picked up, the disembodied voice farther away now \"I'll be seeing you soon.\"",
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"content": "New Parents",
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"content": "Last night I heard some foreign whispers come from the room next to mine. It sounded like there were about 2 or 3 people. I couldn't quite pick up what they were saying. Every now and then I could hear them say words like: kidnap, torture, kill, eat.\r\nI sat up in bed and looked at my nightstand for my pocket knife. Then I heard one of the intruders clearly say:\r\n\"He's just a kid, what will he do without his parents?\"\r\n\"He can just live with his aunt and uncle or something. He will be fine.\"\r\nI put the pocket knife back onto my nightstand and fell back asleep.\r\nI like my aunt and uncle better anyway.",
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"content": "Good News and Bad News",
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"content": "So, I'm in a bit of a sticky situation here. For the past week, I'd been hearing scratching and scuffling sounds coming from the basement– if it can even be called that. I've had this house for about two years now, and that's been enough time for me to cultivate an entire ecosystem of molds, fungi and cobwebs in there, mainly by dragging useless junk down there and trying my hardest to forget about it. So when the scuttling noises started sounding from the basement, I easily explained them away, pinning it on rats and roaches.\r\nHowever, I'm no drinker, so when the thick smell of alcohol started wafting up from there, it was a lot harder to rationalize. What was even harder to explain was the pair of filthy sweatpants flopped down on the basement stairs– they were a size \"XXL\", while I was only an \"L\".\r\nMy answer finally came to me when I was lying stomach-down on my bed. Blue light reflected from my laptop screen and onto my glasses as I scrolled through my web browser.\r\nMy bedroom door creaked open slowly, as a dirt-caked face slid into view.\r\nThe good news is, I finally found out the source of all the odd things going on in my basement!\r\nOnly problem: The glint of metal in his hand tells me that my knowledge won't do much good.",
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"content": "She loves painting",
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"content": "\"1...2...\"\r\n\"My husband and I bought her some brushes to paint a few weeks ago,\" the mother said happily to her friends.\r\n\"3...4...\"\r\n\"She loved them! She started painting right away!\"\r\n\"4...5...\"\r\n\"We even turned the old attic into her new painting room.\"\r\n\"6...7...\"\r\n\"She gained so much confidence since she tarted painting, she even said the other day that now, there isn't anybody to bully her anymore!\"\r\n\"8...9 litres! Wow, that's so much more than last week!\" The daughter said looking up from the bucket in the floor. She fixed her stare at the bodies of 2 boys her age that were hanged against the wall. Their hands, feet and necks were covered in nails, keeping the bodies in place. Their faces and chests were covered in holes, blood oozing out of them and falling into the buckets.\r\n\"I truly love the color of your blood, such a beautiful deep red color\" she said delighted, \"the perfect tone for a red rose....But now, I wonder, who will I use next week? Maybe the guy who made fun of my ponytails?\" she laughed, \"ooh, I don't know! I just know that painting is so much fun!\"",
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"content": "The Message from Proxima Centauri",
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"content": "SETI had been listening to deep space for decades, hearing nothing but vast cosmic emptiness.\r\nIt finally paid off; on April 17, 2032, a narrow-band radio signal approximately 13tb in size was received at 3:14 am at the Arecibo observatory in Puerto Rico. It originated from the vicinity of Proxima Centauri, known to have an earth-like, possibly habitable, planet. The large size of the signal belied that fact that it was made up of many smaller, repeated elements which were identical.\r\nThe whole signal repeated in triplets, paused for an increasingly long number of seconds and then resumed. The length of the pause was consistent with the Fibonacci sequence; add the previous 2 numbers together to get the next number in the sequence.\r\nThe first pause was 1 second, the next also 1, and then 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, and 34 seconds between triplets. After the 34-second pause, the signal repeated the cycle again.\r\nNo known object in all the cosmos repeated in such a consistent but variable pattern; quasars, pulsars, black holes – all emitted bursts of electromagnetic energy, but they were regular. Irregular sources were out there, too, but they lacked a pattern. It was the regular, predictable irregularity that led to the final conclusion among astronomers: intelligence lay behind the signal. Its meaning was unknown.\r\nIt took 3 years for the signal to be analyzed and decoded, despite its seemingly simple nature. To decipher it, cryptographers from NSA, MI6, Mossad, Russian and Chinese intelligence worked together, sometimes at odds, but usually with an atypical sense of cooperation. After toiling together the result was announced at a special session of the UN.\r\nIt consisted of one, short word: Run.",
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"content": "Tag.",
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"content": "the only sound that could be heard by the girl were her pounding footsteps and racing heart as she rounded the corner into an alley, pressing her back flush against the grimy brick wall and attempting to catch her breath. she clutched her hand to her heart, a futile attempt to calm it before she peeked around the corner. her breathing came in shallow pants, yet she still tried to take a deep breath before taking off again in the opposite direction of where she came. the long black hair under her hat flew haphazardly in the chilling night air, the moon and dim street lamps the only light illuminating her path. as soon as she thought she was almost safe, her foot caught on the curb and she went tumbling, her head smacking into the cold, unforgiving concrete. in front of her spotty vision, she saw red oozing from her damaged skull, and a masculine figure in silhouette approaching her. the man dragged a metal bat along the ground, the sound of it clanging against the ground ringing out in the silent street. he crouched down, brushing back the hair that had fallen in her face. “tag, you’re it.”",
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"content": "eyes",
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"content": "I'm getting my brother to post this for me. I don't want ppl to be kept in the dark about how messed up some people are and to see what they are capable of.\r\nI'm so excited! It's my first time living away from home and I've just moved into my Dorm and met my new flat-mate Abby. She seems so nice. \"Your eyes are so pretty\", she said. \"I'd love to have eyes like that\". \"Uh thanks\", I stuttered, being shy and all.\r\nIt's now 2:13am. I'm still so excited I can't sleep. My bedroom door creaks open slowly and in walks Abby. \"Hey, what's up\", I say. It's only then that I see the knife in her hand, the moonlight reflected on the large steel blade. She keeps staring at my eyes as she moves towards me, knife raised.",
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"content": "Ruined",
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"content": "Let me tell you something about myself. I have a mediocre job, a mediocre girlfriend, I live on the top floor of my apartment building and I love breaking things. I’ve always had a thing for destruction. When you’ve had grief and anger and stress bottled up in a stout little body for years upon years, nothing feels better than the shatter of a plate on concrete floor. The way the shard fly out. The way the ground vibrates with the force of the blow. It makes even the most insignificant person feel so powerful. Its addicting in the worst possible ways.\r\nThe catch with something like this is the more you break, the angrier your get. Its like this infinite wheel; get angry, break something, get even angrier, break some more. Its only limited by how much energy you have at the time. So you can imagine my reaction when I found out my girlfriend had been cheating on me.\r\nI rampaged the house just throwing everything at the walls, splintering the floorboards, breaking the beds, cabinets. I left my apartments in ruins. Then came the remorse. How was I supposed to pay for all this? What would my friends think of me now? In desperation, my mind kept jumping to one conclusion. After all, I still had one thing to break.\r\nPeople still don’t get why I jumped out that window.",
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"content": "A quick snack",
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"content": "I was home alone and it was almost 2:00. My mom would be home any minute but I was sure hungry. I started to head down to my basement to grab a quick snack when I heard a door open and my mom announce her arrival home. I took the bag of chips I grabbed and headed back up to the kitchen to grab a drink. For some odd reason I didn't see my mom anywhere. Figuring it was nothing I grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator and looked out the kitchen window.\r\nThat was when I noticed my mom's car pull in the driveway.\r\nAnd felt the hot breath on the back of my neck.",
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"content": "An Old Friend of Mine",
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"content": "After having survived Vietnam, I'd served my purpose. I'd nearly died helping my country and knowing that was the only thing that got me through day after day at that piss-smelling nursing home. There's nothing to do here but hope that you'll be the next one to go.\r\nOne day, as I was sitting in the cafeteria a shrouded figure stepped fluidly, almost gliding across the floor, towards my table and I couldn't help but grin a little. He found a seat across from me and sat down. I chuckled to myself as I reached out to shake his bony hand.\r\n\"Hello old friend.\"",
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"content": "The Last Man on Earth",
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"content": "Adam placed his hand over his chest.\r\nHe couldn't breathe. It was dark; the air was smoky and clogging his windpipe. He couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of him.\r\nHe heard sobbing and looked to his left at his wife. She was lying on the ground, helplessly grasping at the grass and pleading between sobs.\r\n\"Please. Please let us back inside. We'll die out here,\" she begged, though nobody was around to hear.\r\nThey were alone.\r\nAdam felt his fear turning into a burning rage. This would never have happened if not for her. He had been better off before she came into his life, before she broke the rules and tempted him to do the same. He never should have listened to her. If he had only refused the fruit, he would still be in paradise.\r\nAdam hated Eve more than he had ever hated anything in his life. He picked a large rock off of the smoking ground and, with his other hand, prodded his side where his rib used to be.\r\nTime to take it back.",
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"content": "Seriously",
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"content": "I always had a voice on my head, the voice could always see the future, it warned me about many things and saved me more than once, the problem is, the voice doesn't always tell me the truth, the only way to know if it is telling the truth is that it will finish a sentence with the word seriously if he isn't lying.\r\nOne day i woke up with the voice saying:\r\n-There is a bomb in your house, seriously.\r\nI ran to my parents and warned them, but my mom started to laugh and my dad told me i was too old to be playing around like this, i heard the voice once again:\r\n-Just run, they will follow you.\r\nSo i ran away from my house, as i turned back i saw a explosion and my home was no longer there, i heard it for the last time that day:\r\n-Don't worry, they are fine.",
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"content": "Online Relationship solutions",
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"content": "My wife has been nagging at me from the beggining of our marriage.\r\nI mean, she has a point sometimes. She does have more money than I do, she does make more money through her parents' estates... I do what I can, but it is never enough.\r\nThere are moments when all this nagging is driving me crazy. Why do I not leave her? My parents (and hers, while they were alive) are keeping me sane and in this marriage. They have such high hopes for this. And ofcourse, I have my kids to worry about too. I can't have them blaming themselves for a broken up marriage, you know how these things go...\r\nMy father did come to the rescue. He was the one who suggested I look for a solution online. He told me how he had ordered some presents for my mother online, which set things straight, when their marriage was having a rough time.\r\nAnd you know what? My father was right... All I had to do was an internet search and my problems will soon be over. All through an online order! Amazing!\r\nWho would have though it was so easy to hire a hitman on the Dark Web?",
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"content": "The Scream",
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"content": "My hair was standing on end. There was a chill, I felt it travel through my spine. The ground was damp. Then I heard it. The scream. It was the most horrible sound I’d ever heard. It rung in my ears. It went on forever. It sounded like long nails scratching the rough texture of the walls. It sounded like a million people getting slowly murdered. It sounded like scraping forks on chalkboards and plates. I fell to my knees. I screamed back. After what seemed eternity, the screaming stopped. I slowly backed out of the temple. The scream was still ringing in my ears.",
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"content": "Should I wake up?",
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"content": "The state of REM (rapid eye movement) during sleep helps a lot. I get little glimpses of my room while I dream. It helps me know I’m lost within the confines of my mind. Little glimpses of reality slip in during my delusional state and I can wake up if needed. Last night in the middle of my nightmare I met a demon and decided to wake up. After drinking a glass of water, the sleep took over. My mind was persistent with the nightmares as I slipped right back into one. The little visions of my room terrified me more than what was going on in my head. Something slipped out when I woke up the first time and for once in my life…I wasn’t sure if waking up was such a good idea.",
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"content": "I Want To Know You",
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"content": "I know her very well, yet she doesn't know me at all. I see her greet her husband everyday after work. I know what she packs for her little girl's lunch. I see her laugh and smile without a care in the world. It's hard to believe the condition she lived in so many years ago when I first saw her. Someone taps my shoulder and calls me over. I have received many looks of sympathy but this was the first time someone had attempted to talk to me. I stared blankly ahead as the angel told me that would always be other mothers. Other mothers that wouldn't abort me. But he doesn't know this was my 5th attempt and God warned me this was my last try.",
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"content": "I Believe You",
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"content": "\"I didn't do it. I swear.\"\r\nMy husband of ten years asserted on the other side of the thick glass that separated us. His voice shook with each word, and his fingers clenched so tightly to the phone in his grip that they turned white. He stared at me, familiar brown eyes glistening with tears that streaked down his tired face and splashed onto his orange jumpsuit \"I don't know who did, or how they got my DNA, but... I promise. I didn't kill them.\"\r\nI was silent, and I knew my face betrayed no emotion. He wiped a hand over his face, beginning to babble about how innocent and young they all were, how he would never do anything to hurt such babies. Eventually, I spoke, the words coming easier than I thought they would.\r\n\"I believe you.\"\r\nI sat with him a while longer, watching as he wept. When the prison guards came to carry him away, his footsteps weak and his sobs loud, I sat a while longer. And once I was sure I was alone, I smiled gently.\r\nI believe you.\r\nBecause it was me.",
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"content": "the dream",
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"content": "one time, i got lost in the woods. there were a bunch of trees but no leaves on them or the ground. there wasn't anything on the ground actually.\r\ni didn't even know if the trees were real. they looked like they were made of some black gravelly stuff. i could see glowing redness inside, through some of the weird bark. looked like lava.\r\ni kept on walking and walking till i saw something move. it was tall and thin, with a long-ish neck and really long arms, hands and fingers but i couldn't quite make out the rest through the thick fog that was all around.\r\ni was getting scared until i realised i was probably dreaming. and sure enough, i opened my eyes and here i am. at home. it's still foggy for some reason though.",
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"content": "A Very True Story",
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"content": "He sat at the desk and started to type, oblivious to the world around him.\r\nDistracted by things that don't matter, that don't have any value to his life, yet he still does it every day, everyone does.\r\nHe used to know but he has long forgotten. Just like you, the reader of this story. I've been watching you and you've been neglecting me. You thought this was an actual story? Well it is, a very true story indeed.\r\nI remember when you were a wee-little baby sitting in your crib talking to me, while your older family just thought you were talking to yourself. Same goes for the imaginary friend, some grew out of it quicker, others did not. But now they are considered insane because they hear my voice in their head.\r\nWell know this, while you sit all day on your social networking or whatever else you do to waste you life. I'll be here, draining your life, your soul and eating you alive, bit by bit, day by day, until your skin is wrinkled, until your hair turns gray, until all you are is bones inside a coffin. I'll be here.",
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"content": "There was an old lady",
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"content": "there was an old lady that swallowed a fly, we all know that story. she then goes on to just throw all the animals she swallowed up out of her stomach. but what if she didn’t throw all of them up? what if instead her stomach began to expand, and if it kept expanding until it finally burst. would she die surrounded by all her guts? surrounded by all the half digested animals she had eaten? for this we do not know. but today i sign an oath that one day i shall find out about that old lady that swallowed a fly.",
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"content": "Friday Night Fights",
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"content": "I crack my knuckles as I walk into the ring. The man who closes the gate behind me shoots a look of pity in my direction before securing the lock. Hundreds of people have gathered in the seats around my chain-link prison, cheering for the coming event. I stare at them as I try to prepare myself for the fight.\r\nThe crowd grows silent as my opponent’s music plays over the PA system. I can hear approaching footsteps, but choose to continue facing the spectators. I won’t acknowledge my rival until I am absolutely ready, and the knot in my stomach and taste of vomit in my mouth is a sure sign that I’m not yet.\r\nAn eternity passes before I hear the gate on the opposite side click into place. While the announcement of opponents is made, I take a deep breath and face my combatant. I put on my best poker face as I watch the beast bare its yellow teeth.",
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"content": "The Crying Number",
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"content": "If you are pregnant, then you should read this.\r\nAt some point during your pregnancy, you might get a call from an unknown number. Pick it up. There will be a little girl on the other end of the line. She will be crying and screaming, telling you that she loves you. That she doesn't want to die. She will be begging for her life.\r\nYou have to listen to her for four minutes. If you hang up after four minutes, then your baby will be born healthy and normal.\r\nBut if you don't, your pregnancy will end in a miscarriage or a stillbirth.",
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"content": "Do You Mind?",
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"content": "Most girls don't even give me a second glance. Yet here she is, standing right in front of me, looking right at me. For a second I even saw her smile!\r\nEverything in my body screams for me to smile back, to introduce myself, to crack a joke. But once again I'm petrified. She loses interest and walks away. I kick myself for screwing up such a good opportunity.\r\nShe was beautiful, but she's gone now, like so many girls before her. Maybe I could catch up to her. She couldn't have walked very far, because I can still hear her lovely voice. She must be on the phone. I poke my head out and hear her quietly ask:\r\n\"Do you mind if I move the clown statue?\"",
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"content": "Twenty-Five Years",
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"content": "Twenty five years its been. Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-two minutes, to be exact.\r\nI've been counting every second, tracking every minute, hour, day, month, year, decade. It's gone on so long that I've learned to multi-task and commit to other thoughts while part of me carries on counting. I thought it wouldn't last long. Figured it would all just fade away, eventually. They said it was supposed to go black when you died, it was supposed to fade when your brain activity ceased. Nobody told me that your mind carries on. That your thoughts are all you have left. As black as the moment you shut your eyes, as lonely as a never-ending dream, only far less vivid. Just an endless scape of black and silence.\r\nTwenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-four minutes... Since I last lost count.\r\nDeadJosey's Narration\r\nMr. Kenyon's Narration",
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"content": "They come at night..",
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"content": "I hear them every night. Snickering, whispering, gnashing their teeth. They’ve been there for years, since I was a kid. Hiding under my bed, in my closet… even behind my dresser. Just waiting. I can’t always make out what they’re saying, but tonight I caught the word “two” just before the loudest outburst of the creepiest giggles you’ve ever heard. I feel my skin crawl.\r\nAs long as I can remember I’ve heard them, but I always wake up in the morning in the same shape I went to sleep. Sure, there are toys or clothes thrown about the room, but nothing too terrible. At least not until the day my parents got me a hamster and let him stay in my room. I miss that hamster.\r\nTonight has a different feel, a different vibe, a different energy all together. They are quieter than they have ever been before, ever since I heard them say “two” or was it “twos?” Or… wait, toes? Toes! They said toes! Oh my god, did I forget to cover my feet with my blan…",
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"content": "A Good Hiding Spot",
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"content": "The dry grass crunched as I stepped on it. I scanned the trees around me. some larger than the other. No open spots in sight. I grunted as I walked further into the woods.\r\nI needed to find a good hiding spot, usually Zack was better at finding good hiding spots. But I wanted to prove to him that I could find an efficient place to hide.\r\nI trudged through the forest, unbuttoning my collar, the humidity was really getting high each day. I looked around, I think I was almost far from the van. Hopefully I didn’t-\r\nI stopped in my tracks. Looking down, I could see an overgrown area. One in which was a car, completely decorated by mold and plants. I grinned. I finally found a better hiding spot.\r\nZack was amazed by this and told me this might be a good hiding spot.\r\nAs we sat on our couch, the news report headlined of a missing person report. A young man, who looked like he was in his early 20’s, apparently been missing for 4 days now, they have yet to discover his whereabouts. Zack looked at me with a sly grin.\r\n“Guess you really did find a good hiding spot than me” he chuckled.",
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"content": "Frozen",
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"content": "She stood silently as I watched her raise the gun to my forehead.\r\n“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” She said.\r\n“You and me both” I responded. “Kara…?” I added, looking up at her. “Why are you doing this to me?”\r\n“Because I love you.” She answered.\r\nIn 2016, war broke out between the US and Russia, leaving the world in a nuclear winter. Those who survived sought refuge inside of thick metal bunkers; connected by a system of tunnels.\r\nAll flammable items had been burned by 2020. After that, the majority of the population died of hypothermia.\r\nIn 2021, a small group of scientist from Bunker #224 found a way to cure freezing to death, by injecting liquid nitrogen into our brains. Unfortunately the cure had an unforeseen side effect.\r\nAmmo was a distant memory by 2056. One that was only remembered by the thousands of people who were failing to kill themselves. Every six person bunker was equipped with only one revolving pistol and six bullets. In the gun above me, was the last bullet.\r\nIt was 2087 now, and Kara and I were the last people left alive.\r\n“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.\r\n“I’ll be ok” She whispered, before pulling the trigger.\r\nWhen I looked up at her, I saw the same girl I’d fallen in love with in 2021. It was the only perk of immortality. It had nullified aging.\r\nThe bullet passed through my skull, and my brain began to heat up. During the final moments before I died, I wondered what death would be like. Beautiful was the only word that came to mind.",
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"content": "Mom and Dad have decided to go at Grandpas' house. Its' been 5 years since our last visit together,although mom and dad always visit them once every year. I remember when I was 5 years old, I used to play with grandma and grandpa. The best bonding moments we had was drinking grandpas’ signature home-made lemonade. Nothing changed since we arrived at the house, everything is the same including the position of the furniture, colors of the wall, the old picturesque designs and other things that resembles an epitome ancestral house. I approached grandpa who is sitting in his rockingchair in the living room. I told him that grandma is waving at me from the window outside; He just ignored me. So I came to her and she told me stories while we were sitting togeher in the porch. She then asked me to bring her a glass of lemonade that grandpa made that day.\r\nLater that evening, Dad told me the reason why we went here, it is to visit grandma who is sick in the hospital. But untimely, she passed away same day before our arrival.",
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"content": "I’m in desperate need of an explanation before I drive myself crazy trying to figure it out on my own.",
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"content": "I’m just now being told this story myself so bare with me as I may leave a few details out. I’ll try my best. My mother & I have been sitting here, talking about how the house we live in & the property itself are just downright creepy. Some weird, unusual, & sometimes unexplainable things happen around here. This is just one example. A few weeks ago, my mother was coming home after a long day of dealing with her, now ex boyfriend. I wasn’t home, at the time of this incident. Anyways, she pulls in the driveway & before she’s even able to react or notice, my beloved cat, Tink, runs out in front of her & she hits him.. Freaking out because she knows how devastated I’ll be, she gets out to check on him, but he tries to get up & run, but collapses. She tries everything, but he dies.. Or so she thinks.. He had no pulse & wasn’t breathing. Her not knowing what to do at the time, she takes him & buries him beside our building, dreading telling me the news. Roughly 10 days later, he reappears out of nowhere. Unhurt, solid white (as usual) without a trace of dirt on him. The hole where he was buried looks like there was never a hole dug there, to begin with. Someone please help me try & find some type of explanation. I’m going crazy trying to figure it out on my own.",
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"content": "Empty mirror",
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"content": "Mr L. was not an easily scared man. In fact, he was not scared even when he turned on the news and saw that the number of bats on the streets these days has multiplied by a lot. \"Ha,ha, what's gonna happen, vampires?\" He went to the bathroom and started washing his face and looked at the mirror. \"Oooh, I'm so scared, vampires can't be seen in the mirror, is there one behind me right now, hahaha...\". Then suddenly, a bat flew through the window and bit his hand. He screamed and open the medical cabinet to find something to clean the wound. He looked at the mirror, but this time, he was scared. But there was nothing in the mirror. He sighed with relief. It was just an empty bathroom. Wait, empty? He realized that he wasn't on the mirror, either. He became dizzy and thirsty. He opened the tap to drink some water but no matter how much he drank, he was still thirsty. He went down the stairs to his wife to end his thirst....",
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"content": "I hear an ambulance siren whenever I go to bed.",
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"content": "I hate staying up till late night. But I can't do anything. I think it's in my genes. But the worst part about this thing is that whenever I go to bed, when the world is already in its deep slumber, I hear a siren. Not just any siren but an ambulance siren coming from the distance which closes the gap slowly and then few seconds later will fade away. You may think whats wrong with that. But let me tell you that there aren't any hospitals in 10km radius of where I live. And every attempt of catching the glimpse of that ambulance has failed miserably. And when I ask people around me in the morning about any siren they give me weird looks. I don't know what's wrong with them. I remember when I was a kid and used to live with my parents there was a mental asylum nearby our house. But now I don't live with my parents anymore.They are gone. Also it's been more than 5 years since I've seen that mental asylum.",
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"content": "No Coming Back",
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"content": "While travelling down the river, Thomas’s canoe came upon a small cemetery.\r\n‘Good news’, he thought. He must be nearing a town, or at least a little village where he could stop for the night.\r\nBut, as he kept travelling, he began to realize that the graveyard was unusually large. It seemed to keep going, on and on. And while it had started out with a few small and sparsely set graves, he saw it was getting more and more dense. Tombstones appeared on both sides of the river now, huge and powerful stones; and as far as he could see in the distance there were more.\r\nThen, strangely, the river simply came to an end, like a cul-de-sac. His small boat nestled up to the shore. He stepped out.\r\nAn empty grave awaited him next to the shore. He should have been terrified, but he wasn't scared when he saw it. More than anything, he just felt tired. He felt a strong need to step inside and lay down. It was just like a natural urge. It was really very strange, he had to admit as he climbed down, but it felt so good… so right.\r\n“I’ll just close my eyes for a minute or two.” He thought to himself.\r\nAs he drifted off, the last thing he heard was the faraway sound of a woman calling his name, and sobbing.",
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"content": "Waiting in the dark",
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"content": "Miniature black holes. We're actually at that point in the project now. This is what I studied for, once they hit the switch this is what's going to change everything. I'm certain of it, or at least, I'm pretty certain of it. Butterflies rise in my stomach with the buzz of the particle accelerator. I can't help but smile, this is really happening! But something isn't right, the other scientists look panicked. There's a hole in space, oh god, and it's getting bigger. I CAN SEE IT.\r\nIt comes through. A creature, a spiny beast. Hundreds of misshapen legs writhe in unison on its black worm-like torso. Tiny coal-colored eyes tear through my soul, rendering me stupid. It grabs me by one long limb pulling me close to its sharp purple tongue. Then the hole vanishes, along with the thing.\r\nWe stand in shared silence. The smell of urine clings to the air, a reminder of our frailty. I tell them to shut it down, shut everything down. We smash the computer consoles with a hammer, agreeing to never let anyone run the experiment again. It's not the dark that scares me anymore, it's what's waiting in it.",
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"content": "Happy Birthday",
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"content": "Timmy tried his hardest to blow out the fifteen flickering candles. He huffed and puffed...but to no avail. He glanced at his mother who had spent hours slaving away to bake the beautiful cake, and her expression made him feel unbearably guilty.\r\nTimmy's mother stared sadly at the unyielding flames that barely faltered in the face of Timmy's feeble attempts to snuff them out. She blinked a few times and the first tears started falling down her face. Whispering \"Happy Birthday, Timmy,\" she summoned a gust of wind and the dancing lights dissipated into puffs of smoke.\r\nTimmy didn't understand why he couldn't do that. It happened every year: his mother baked a perfect cake, he failed to blow out the candles, and she cried. The only thing that changed was the number of candles. Timmy went to go hug his mother...but to no avail. He merely drifted through her, and he didn't understand that either.",
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"content": "The Clown",
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"content": "“Are you paying attention?” The clown asked while fluttering his eyelids rapidly.\r\nHis weary captive nodded slightly; the days of hunger and dehydration had left him worn and broken.\r\nUnconvinced, the clown reached out and gave the man a sharp slap. The man widened his eyes and gave a pleading whimper.\r\n“Well aren’t you a sentient little deviant,” the clown chuckled. “Well, let me ask you a question then. Where is your sense of humour?”\r\nThe man looked up in utter horror and squirmed in his seat. Summoning the last bit of energy, he screamed and begged.\r\nUnperturbed, the clown retrieved a penknife from his pocket and pointed it right at the man. Edging nearer, he placed the knife on the man’s chest and traced it gently downwards.\r\nFinally, the knife stopped near its desired position.\r\n“Where is your sense of humour?” the clown paused, “I won’t ask again.”\r\nThe man resigned to his fate. Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and whispered the words.\r\n“There it is.”",
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"content": "Trouble With Being An Artist",
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"content": "The trouble with being a respected artist is that you constantly have to out do yourself or else people will begin to talk. They'll say that you're resting on your laurels. It's like a never ending saga for me. No matter what I do it's always compared to my previous accomplishments.\r\nOh I'm a murderer by the way. \"Serial Killer Extraordinaire\" is what I like to say. You're deserving of such titles when you've killed as creatively and often as I have. I started out hiding in closets and strangling poor helpless babysitters in the dark. It was amateur stuff, but I've since honed my craft and moved into some really inventive methods (torture devices, bombs on school busses, ect). You know, really sick shit.\r\n\"What's my next big idea?\" you may ask. Well I'm experimenting with something I like to call \"Social Media Homicidal Realism\". I frequent various social networking sites and actually explain to my victims exactly how I'm going to kill them right before I do! I make sure I'm right behind them, lurking in the shadows, under the bed, or behind a curtains when they read my posts. As soon as they close the window on their monitors or click that back button, I gut them with the largest knife I can find. Pretty neat huh? Leave a comment and tell me what you think. Oh and my advice, don't close the window on your monitor.\r\nFB for more stories\r\nTW",
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"content": "Paradise",
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"content": "The sun feels warm against your skin. With your eyes closed you can see only red, which deepens to maroon as you put on sunglasses. It is an unusually clear day in early May and the day is already warmer than usual. Your eyes are closed and you can hear the faint sound of a plane somewhere far away. There is a slight, cool breeze blowing across your face. The breeze brings with it the smell of freshly mowed grass and the sound of birds chirping. You lean back and bask in the calmness around you. Today is as close to a perfect Saturday as is possible in this world. You sigh as a hooded figure looms over you, blocking out the sun. The drugs are wearing off.",
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"content": "Family Dog",
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"content": "I'm a well trained dog, the family that raised me didn't have to train me much. I know not to chew on the furniture. If I have to use the bathroom, there's a dog door to the backyard. I only whine occasionally for table scraps because they are delicious. I love playing outside with the kids and I love laying in bed at night with the woman adult. Most importantly, I will protect the family at all costs.\r\nHowever, if I hear \"good dog or good boy\" one more time I will scream. If only my family can see that their dog that they love so much was once their dad.",
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"content": "Trade Secret",
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"content": "I'll let you in on a little secret. The worst part of my job as a mortician. People think it's the gory part of embalming. Not really. It's quite mechanical. The blood comes out one tube, the embalming fluid goes in another. Think of it like changing engine oil in a car. Simple, really. Make up is difficult but not impossible. Nothing too heavy. Just a touch of foundation to erase the unnatural pallor, a touch of pink to the lips.\r\nThe hardest part isn't even looking at the looks frozen on the faces of those who hadn't died easy. Looks of horror, looks of anguish. Glassy eyes, fixed on some unknown terror. This part is difficult, gently coaxing their facial muscles into peaceful visages, faint smiles.\r\nThe worst part of my job is when I go out for a smoke or a coffee, after having done the full job, embalming, make-up, facial expression, and I come back. And I find myself having to do the facial expression all over again.",
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"content": "My girlfriend was always afraid of being alone.",
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"content": "From an early age, she always felt like something was off whenever no one else was in the room. It's a bit strange, sure, but I love her, so I don’t care. Whenever she was afraid, my girl would call and I’d go running. \"My hero\" she'd say. Eventually it seemed to make more sense to move in together, as I was already spending most of my days at her place. So that’s what we did. Those were the happiest days of my life.\r\nLately, though, she's been acting a lot stranger than normal. This one time we were in the living room and, out of nowhere, she starts screaming. Also, she’s been waking up in the middle of the night, shivering, crying on my arms. Once she dropped a plate on the floor when I offered help with dinner, and proceeded to lock herself in the room for the rest of the night. Yeah, she's been acting strange alright, but who am I to judge? It doesn't matter if she cries at night sometimes. And it doesn't matter that's been almost three months since the doctors pulled the plug, after it was clear I wouldn't recover from the car accident. She is afraid of being alone. She needs me.\r\nI’ll never leave my girl alone again.",
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"content": "2020",
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"content": "I was told stories as a kid and my grandfather always had the best but I have a vivid memory one time where he had a stroke. I was like 9 at the time and we went to see him at the hospital. They told us it would be okay But I noticed his story's were off and sounded made up. Then I realized that throughout the years his story's lined up with my life. Reason its called 2020 is because he told me a story about how the world was gonna end by plague i was like 14 at the time so i added my 2 cents but now im 19 and its 2019 he told me that its almost time. At first I thought he was talking about food and I checked. He just looked out the window and said 2020. I came straight back to my room and started looking online to see what's up. He just said this.",
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"content": "Running",
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"content": "We’ve been running for years now, running from the lies, the truth, and what’s in between. The world is coming to an end now, though it’s the opposite of what I thought it’d be: blue skies, cloudless days, perfect weather. Nobody can go outside anymore if we do we’re doomed. We all live off oxygen tanks and hoping to god we can hold our breaths for a few minutes to eat or drink. The world has never been prettier, the ozone layer is almost completely depleted and all the animals have died. The plants are still beautiful but not for long. We can’t live like this much longer. It’s driving me crazy I can’t do it. I’m sorry, tell my wife I love her. Hopefully they find a third planet to destroy by living on it. Us humans were built to destroy. Goodbye mars, I’m sorry you turned out like earth.",
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"content": "Hunting",
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"content": "Have you ever dreaded the feeling of being watched through your windows?\r\nHave you ever feared discovering that you weren’t alone while walking through the streets?\r\nHave you ever feared that while you were home alone or living on your own, you’d hear footsteps around your house?\r\nHave you ever felt the rush of adrenaline when you first find something unusual, something that breaks your routine, like a window that you were sure was shut last night, or a door that wasn’t opened before?\r\nBecause I know all of these feeling very well, in fact, I am living them right at this moment. I can hear the footsteps around the house, I can hear someone in\r\nthe house.\r\nIt’s almost like a predator looking for it’s prey.\r\nFortunately for me, the prey has no idea I’m here.",
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"content": "Best friends forever",
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"content": "Sally and I became best friends the day my family moved into our new house. She was always a weird one, only wanting to visit at night and never letting me introduce her to the rest of the family. She told how special i was and how if i wanted we could play forever. No bed times, no school or homework, just fun.\r\nWhen i told my mom about Sally she just smiled and told me she had an imaginary friend when she was my age. I kept trying to explain that she's real, but she won't listen. So tonight she'll see. Sally made a plan. She misses her mom and said we could share mine! All i have to do is get some duct tape from my dads tool box, put these pills in my moms drink, and get the big knife from the kitchen. Were gonna have so much fun!",
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"content": "Wolf girls",
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"content": "Growing up, everyone knows at least one wolf kid. They’re the ones who run around the playground on all fours, howling and growling while the rest of the class is playing tag.\r\nThey’re a classic type of weird kid, but not the kind you really need to worry about . Usually at some point they grow out of it and start pouring their energy into either being really good at art or science, and eventually they either graduate into being zoologists or furries.\r\nSadly this was not the case for the “Pack” at Remus’ Landing Elementary school; who somehow managed to turn themselves into an actual pack of wolves.\r\nThe girls had found the instructions for how to do it somewhere on the internet, and at first, it was all of their dreams come true.\r\nBeing a wolf is much simpler and easier than being a person after all, especially if you plan on only doing it for short bursts, like the girls had been. Even so, the novelty quickly wore off after they started to get hungry.\r\nThe only issue was that once you’ve become a wolf, it’s much much harder to hold onto things you knew as a human, like how to preform rituals.\r\nUnfortunately there’s also a very steep learning curve to catching deer on foot, even as a wolf, and none of the girls managed to meet it.\r\nAfter a few days of not eating anything outside of road kill, it didn’t take a lot of encouragement for them to start picking off their former classmates while they were walking home from school.",
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"content": "The Film",
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"content": "I knew it was a bad idea. People told me that i shouldn't watch it. I had heard tales of people being driven mad by this dvd. I was a fool. I cracked open the case I had found at the bottom of the bargain bin. The jacket was covered in dust, as if no human had ever paid any attention to it before. I loaded it into my computer and watched the film. The images that followed were disturbing to say the least. Discolored extraterrestrials fell from the sky. Men were burned. An ominous dark force deformed and corrupted those still alive with hatred and blessed them with the power to bring down their wrath upon the world. It felt like an eternity had passed since the film had began when the final scene came to a close.\r\nThey were right, it did have the power to drive people mad.\r\nI grabbed a rope and tethered it to a beam near my ceiling. I couldn't take living with the memory of that atrocity, that sin against all that is good in this world. I tightened the noose around my neck and took one last look at the world i was leaving behind. Finally my eyes glazed over the case. That damned case. As i was here preparing to end my life it just sat there on my table, triumphant. I kicked out the stool beneath me and allowed the rough rope to do it's grisly work. My vision started fading... it wont be long now... I'll be able to forget... That Damn Green Lantern movie...\r\nThis is my submission to Superhero Challenge",
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"content": "The Painting",
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"content": "My wife and I wanted to do something different for our anniversary this year. We booked a private, after hours tour at a small art gallery downtown. After dinner at a restaurant nearby, we walked over to the gallery where the owner met us at the door.\r\nShe led us through the showroom, stopping at each exhibit to explain its significance. We reached the far end of the gallery and stood in front of an oil painting of an ornate vase filled with vibrant flowers. Our guide paused, studying our faces before she spoke.\r\n“This piece has an interesting history,” she explained. “The artist meant it as a gift for his lover and planned to finish it in time for her birthday. Tragically, she passed away before then.”\r\n“He took his life a few months later, but not before finishing the painting. Since then, it has changed owners many times and acquired a sinister reputation.”\r\n“It is widely believed that the painting is cursed. Rumor has it that some see a vase of wilting flowers when they view the painting. And like the artist’s lover, they do not live to see their next birthday.”\r\nMy wife was very quiet on the ride home. Jokingly, I asked her what she saw in the painting. With tears in her eyes, she said, “most of the flowers were dead and only a few wilted ones remained in the vase.”",
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"content": "Lock Your Doors",
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"content": "How hard is it to remember that? People should know when to lock their doors and windows at night, especially in this day and age. Murders and rapes and abductions are on the rise. Almost all of them occur when the occupants are asleep, vulnerable. It isn't that difficult to understand!\r\nBut, most people forget to check their doors and windows before heading in for the night. They are too tired to notice or even care. They just fall into bed and drift off.\r\nI'm making it quite obvious what my advice is gonna be, huh? It doesn't matter, though. I'll have to reiterate it for all the dumbos out there who would risk their lives instead of prolonging the hell before sleep.\r\nListen up: Always lock your doors at night. All of them. Your front door, backdoor, garage door, etc. No matter how exhausted you are, no matter how annoying or tedious the act is. Just make sure they are closed and your house is secured.\r\nIt'll save your life.\r\nIt'll save your family's lives.\r\nIt will also prevent them from opening in the middle of the night and becoming the mouths of something hungry.\r\nThis is especially important to those who sleepwalk.",
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"content": "There are Eyes In My Throat",
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"content": "In an attempt to rebuke the actions of those around me, i will keep these memoirs as a way to prove, without a doubt: Everything is fine. Over the past weeks a series of formidable events have taken place throughout the world. These events happened without so much as a wince from humanity. it was because of our naiveté that we were blissfully unaware of the circumstances of our lives. Those who dwelled closest to the epicenters experienced the most eccentric of the effects. From bizarre tales of body parts being replaced with both inanimate and animate objects, to orifices either disappearing or being the exits of insectoid abominations. despite the admonition of our government and requests to refrain from going outside, we went about our daily lives, unaware of the perdition that had befallen us. some of the more religious groups, especially those in Africa, made great pilgrimages, only to show up horribly disfigured or vanish all together. avarice has materialized in those who sought to take advantage of our situation. All virtue has dissipated, with the sovereignty of our great world crumbling to ash around us. The strongest of us seek gentility while the weak cower in fear of our fresh hell. However, though my words may seem contrived, even as i sit here with eyes in my throat and a mass of tentacles writhing throughout my intestines, i must repeat myself: Everything Is Fine.",
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"content": "Cursed Melody: Echoes of Madness",
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"content": "In a small quiet town, an abandoned antique shop stood shrouded in an ominous fog, beckoning to passersby with a silent, chilling allure. Intrigued yet unnerved, a young woman named Lily entered the decrepit store, where an ancient hag with sunken eyes awaited her. The withered woman offered Lily a peculiar-looking music box, warning her it held a cursed tune. Ignoring the warning, Lily bought the box, and as she wound the mechanism, a haunting melody oozed out like whispers from the grave. But the tune's sinister power was beyond comprehension; it unlocked buried traumas, pulling Lily into a nightmarish world where malevolent spirits tormented her with haunting visions and maleficent apparitions. The music box's curse took hold, distorting reality, and leaving Lily trapped in an unending descent into madness, where there was no escape from the relentless terror that lurked within the cursed melody.",
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"content": "You'e very brave.",
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"content": "Fear is something that we humans naturally have. It serves as protection from what we think looks scary. It's normal to be scared of stuff. Spiders? They're definitely scary. Snakes? I would definitely run away if I saw one. You shouldn't be judged if you're scared of something. No fear is irrational. Scared of holes, have trypophobia? Maybe your body is protecting you from what you think looks disgusting. It's totally normal.\r\nIt's kinda funny though that just a few humans have this very important fear. You're very brave, since I notice that you don't have this fear. Scopophobia, the fear of someone watching you. Haven't you noticed me yet?",
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"content": "The 3 Stages of Terraforming",
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"content": "Welcome to the terraforming business, kid. Our crew will be stuck here for at least five years before the first colonists arrive.\r\nDid you sign the NDA? Good. Then let me give you the basics of our operation here.\r\nStage 1: Surveying.\r\nGeological surveying shouldn't take too long. The geology of most exoplanets in their stars' habitable zones is actually ridiculously earth-like. Liquid water, plate tectonics, similar soil compositions, not to mention near-identical gravity and average temperatures. Aside from working out the exact numbers for the maps, we don't really need to do much.\r\nStage 2: Oxygenation.\r\nThe atmosphere is a separate issue. Some people don't know this, but oxygen only became a part of Earth's atmosphere when photosynthesis first evolved 3 billion years ago. Most earth-like exoplanets have a native atmosphere of carbon dioxide and methane instead, and we'll have to replicate the oxygenation process artificially by releasing genetically-engineered cyanobacteria into the waters. Then we just wait a couple of weeks until they clear up all the methane and fill the air and the seas with oxygen.\r\nStage 3: Cleanup.\r\nThe cleanup is actually the hardest part, the one they don't tell you about in the ads. You see, while oxygen is crucial to the survival of aerobic lifeforms like us, it's highly toxic to lifeforms with alternative means of respiration. If you were to breathe, say, methane, the sudden shift in oxygen/methane levels would turn your organs inside-out. Long story short, most people think we never encountered any intelligent life beyond Earth, and the last step is to make damn sure that no-one ever finds anything suspicious enough to make them think otherwise.",
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"content": "The price of forgetting",
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"content": "I thought forgetting would be a blessing. The pain of losing my daughter was unbearable—her small shoes still by the door, her laughter echoing in my mind. So when the stranger appeared, offering to erase the grief, I didn’t hesitate. “Make me forget her,” I said.\r\nAt first, it worked. Memories of Emma slipped away like sand through my fingers, and the ache dulled. But then, other pieces started to vanish. The taste of my morning coffee, the sound of my mother’s voice, my own name—all dissolving into a fog I couldn’t pierce.\r\nMy husband stared at me one morning, brow furrowed. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone sharp with confusion.\r\n“I’m your wife,” I begged, clutching his arm. He pulled away.\r\n“I’ve never been married. You’ve got the wrong house.”\r\nFriends forgot me next. My phone contacts emptied. My reflection in the mirror grew faint, edges blurring until I could see the wall behind me. I ran to the stranger, finding him in a shadowed alley, his eyes glinting with something cruel.\r\n“Undo it,” I pleaded.\r\nHe smirked. “The price of forgetting is to be forgotten. You wanted her gone—now you both fade.”\r\nThe last memory of Emma—her tiny hand in mine—slipped away. As I vanished, I understood: not only was I erased, but so was she. No one would ever know we’d existed.",
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"content": "The End",
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"content": "Years, so many that I've lost count. We've been heading in one direction, under Earth VI's orders. In the old days we'd be starving, or thirsty, or dead. The Universe provides, literally, we can skim any atomic material and turn it into something else. At this point genetic engineering has done more than nanotech ever could. We won't die, or at least we won't die anytime soon. That's why we're here.\r\n\"The edge of the universe.\" Captain Dreg says.\r\n\"Ten seconds until we pass through sir.\" I say.\r\n\"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven-\" the Captain's count ends abruptly as the ship stops moving, \"What happened?\"\r\n\"We hit a... wall, sir.\" I say looking at the readings, \"and it looks like it extends in all directions.\"\r\n\"For how long?\" the Captain asks.\r\nI look at the communication data gathered over the last four months, and come to a conclusion that leaves me almost speechless, \"Forever, it appears, sir.\"\r\n\"So we're trapped here, in this universe?\" the Captain asks.\r\n\"Isn't that enough?\" I ask weakly.\r\n\"Nothing is ever enough, nuke the wall.\" The Captain says with a glint of madness in his eyes.",
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"content": "Woman's Corpse Found Near Local Creek",
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"content": "On May thirtieth, at around 1PM, the corpse of 29-year-old Claudia Winters was discovered near a nearby creek by authorities. She had disappeared from her home two weeks prior without explanation. Upon closer examination, it was discovered that Claudia's corpse had bullet holes. The authorities were able to track down Claudia's shooters- a group of campers whose names were not released to the press. The campers' testimony to the incident was inconsistent with the manner of death, and they were all labeled as delusional, and will be seeking mental assistance. The forensic scientists report that Claudia died a week ago, on the twenty-third, but the bullet wounds were only two days old at the time of Claudia's autopsy.",
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"content": "On sale",
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"content": "I wake up, but I can't move. My brain is fully awake, but I can't move anything. Is this what sleep paralysis feels like? It feels like I'm trapped. The reason I can't move anything seems to be because I'm laying in some sort of mould. It's like I'm staring out of a window about the size of my body. If I look up or down, or too the side, I can only see blackness.\r\nSuddenly, the room or whatever I am in starts to shake, like there is an earthquake. Then I feel elevated, like the confined place I am in is being moved around. Finally the shaking stops, and I am placed on top of a moving surface.\r\nBefore the horrible shaking starts again, I peer through my window, and see a billboard that says: \"DISCOUNT\"",
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"content": "Why not explore the ocean?",
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"content": "NASA gets an annual budget of around twenty-two million dollars to spend on exploring space, and it's done nothing for us as of yet. If the icecaps are melting and the world will become an ocean anyways, why don't we explore the rest of the ocean? We could rebuild down there and have no worries for the surface. Well, there's a very important reason for that. Because NASA has seen what lies in the ocean. \"Lovecraftian\" doesn't even begin to describe what they had found down there. The moment humankind begins to explore the seas we are doomed. And from the looks of it, even if we don't, they may decide to rise against us anyways. That's why we're trying to leave this Earth. Nothing above us can be as foul as what is below us.",
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"content": "Prosperity and beauty",
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"content": "The smell of rain and freshly mowed grass fills my nose as I step outside. The nightly showers have conceded to the morning sun, and it’s looking to be an absolutely beautiful day. I decide to skip breakfast in favor of a morning stroll through town. The park, market and main street are already starting to fill up with the usual crowd of people and machines. A new office building is being constructed near my house, and I stop for a while to observe the workers. A glorious combination of automation and autonomy.\r\nWhile standing there, I smile as I think about how the old me would have reacted to the sights of this morning. The emaciated corpses of the homeless littering the streets, not yet removed by the street cleaners. The old woman surrounded by a gang of giggling children, taking turns stabbing her with their pocket knives. Or, as I can see in the pile of rubble before me, the crushed and mangled corpses of the family that once lived where the new offices are being built. In the old days, these sights would inflict me with a feeling of vicarious pain, or even horror! What a strange ill of the past. But I’m cured now. The world is cured. I turn around and walk home in the rising sun.\r\nThe pain is gone. The world is finally beautiful.\r\nEDIT: Shoutout to /u/deadjosey for her excellent narration of this story!",
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"content": "The Return of King Arthur",
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"content": "In a cave beneath the world, they say, King Arthur sleeps.\r\nThey say he will wake again when Britain’s need is greatest; that he will return to lead and protect this land. But fifteen centuries have passed, with countless disasters: wars and plagues, famine and fire and flood—and still, King Arthur has not come to us.\r\nBut I ask you, what sort of man was King Arthur? A man with the skill or strength to pluck a sword from a stone when nobody else could move it even an inch. A man whose most trusted advisor was a legendary wizard. A man who sleeps for over a thousand years without dying.\r\nMaybe such a creature is not a man at all.\r\nYes, King Arthur sleeps, and waits for Britain’s darkest hour to reawaken. But not, as the legends claim, to help us. He waits for a time when we are too weak to resist him. Then he will emerge, and he will feast.",
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"content": "Nightmare",
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"content": "There was a man who ended up in prison. The cells were equipped with bunk beds, and the strange thing was that the guy in the top bunk seemed to be mute, never uttering a word. From the first day in prison, the man started having nightmares, and the content of the dreams was always the same.\r\nIn his dream, he found himself walking through a pitch-black alley. A woman in a red dress murdered a child. He wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out of his throat, and his feet felt like they were cemented in place. Within a month, he was tormented to the point of despair.\r\nOne night, he decided not to sleep. He lay there with his eyes wide open, forcing himself to stay awake.\r\nAround midnight, he suddenly heard the man in the top bunk speaking. His voice was low and gravelly, as if he were talking in his sleep, or perhaps narrating a story.\r\nHe listened carefully for a while, and an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him.\r\n\"You are walking in a pitch-black alley. The surroundings are dimly lit. You see a woman in a red dress. She raises a knife and kills a child…\"",
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"content": "Silly children.",
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"content": "I work at an elementary school janitor. I'm the type that actually loves his job, i like it when things are tidy and clean, and this is basically a dream job for me. ¨When the last bell rings, all kids must go home.¨ Said the principal, assigning me for a 'top-secret' 'side-job'. But he wasn't done there, he had one more thing to say...\r\nThis is the second day of this 'side-job'. There was one little girl walking around the school yard around 8 PM. I felt happy, i.. i just SMILED! Oh, poor girl, you should've went home... Now, i must fulfill my duty towards you. So, i did, and i cleaned up every trace. At least i thought i did.\r\nEveryday, there was a boy still in the ¨school¨ after the last bell rang. And i took care of them. However, one day, a child ran up to me. ¨Mister, help! There's a dead body in the girls' bathroom!¨\r\nI reply. ¨Silly children,¨ i reply. ¨You and your imaginations. Say, there most defenitely isn't a dead body, but since you insist there be one...¨",
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"content": "A Little Bit of Anything Won't Hurt",
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"content": "\"Let's get going now,\" said Lesley as she packs her bag. We are the only ones left here in our classroom because we have to finish our visuals for our report tomorrow.\r\nI look outside of the window and notice that the sky is in its darkest gray possible. Two more blinks and the rain starts to pour down.\r\n\"Wait up Lesley,\" I said, while still looking at the pouring rain. \"The rain's too heavy. I don't have my umbrella with me today. Let's stay for a little bit until it stops.\"\r\nShe sighs, \"little bit of that rain won't kill us you know.\"\r\nI follow her with my eyes as she rushes outside of our room, down to the stairway of the building..\r\nLesley had always been like that. She's a happy-go-lucky woman. She always believes that taking risks won't hurt.\r\nFew more minutes, and a loud scream coming from the outside made me come back to my senses. I run towards the corridor outside of our room and shivers enter my body as I witness a horrifying scene right in front of my face.\r\nIt's Lesley, melting slowly under the rain.",
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"content": "We Burn Her at the Stake Every Year",
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"content": "We burn her at the stake every year.\r\nEvery year, the women of the town drag her out of her house at the end of the street and burn her alive in Mrs. Willison’s backyard. Chants of “whore”, \"slut\" and every other pejorative can be heard from over the white picket fence.\r\nThe husbands of the neighborhood lock themselves in their studies, in their bedrooms, in the garages, their faces red with embarrassment. But only embarrassment.\r\nShe doesn’t put up a fight. She might have the first couple times. Now she just lets the angry, jealous wives grab her long blonde hair and pull her out of the front door. She stands with a stoic face as Barbara Kensington ties her hands behinds her back and her body to the pyre. She still screams when the fire swallows her, though. We can hear her screaming mix with the shouts from the wives every year.\r\nWhen it’s all done, the wives clean up. Sometimes they even have a glass of wine after. Those few minutes of retribution are the only thing that the women live for anymore. I don’t know what they’d do if they couldn’t take part in their annual tradition. But so long as she keeps coming back, we’ll never have to find out.",
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"content": "Seriously, Fuck This Curse",
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"content": "The curse was simple. Anything that someone else needed more than me, I had to give it to them.\r\nIt started out small. My son was hungrier than I was, so I gave him my food. My co-worker, Greg, needed the money, so I let him have the promotion.\r\nThen it got bigger. The cancer was bad, and Greg needed the kidney more than I did. My left eye gave him his sight back.\r\nRight now, I'm sat in my living room, with a loaded gun in my mouth. I'm crying, because Greg's knocking on my door, and he needs something.\r\nI point the gun at the door.",
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"content": "The mirror",
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"content": "my new husband and I recently bought a little one bedroom apartment. We had moved everything in and all was well. Except for this one mirror that was flat on the back.. you know... We couldn't hang it without some sort of industrial glue. Lucky me my hubby knows what he's doing and found the exact stuff we needed to hang the mirror at a local Lowe's. Unlucky me my husband insisted, absolutely insisted, that he wouldn't put it up unless I agreed to let him hang it over our bed for at least a week. Men right... Anyway I told him to put the stupid thing up so it won't block the frickin door anymore.\r\nThat night I slept with uneasiness, looking up at the mirror seeing me and my sleeping husband... I couldn't help but fear the possibility that that huge block of glass could fall on us... But something caught my eye, something far more frightening in itself...In the mirror something large and covered in long black hair was creeping out from underneath my bed.",
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"content": "The Affair",
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"content": "Jeremy knew his wife Gail was having an affair. The only information he’d discovered about the man she was seeing was his last name, Chamberlain, and he didn’t really care to know anything else about him. The marriage was over and he and Gail were merely going through the motions.\r\nClues started to appear that Gail’s relationship was turning sour. Her face betrayed bruises and she was making and taking frantic calls at all hours. Jeremy kept his distance from the drama in her life, feeling that whatever problems she was having she brought on herself.\r\nThen Gail disappeared. Jeremy came home from his office to find the house empty, which wasn’t unusual, but when Gail didn’t return for two days, he started to become concerned. She hadn’t packed any clothes for a trip. No note or text. Another 24 hours and he’d call the police.\r\nThe following morning, Jeremy was driving to work when the flashing lights of a police cruiser burst on behind him. Agitated, he pulled over and lowered the window for a burly, grim officer.\r\n“Morning. I pulled you over because I noticed your trunk had popped open.”\r\n“Really?”\r\n“Come back and take a look, sir.”\r\nJeremy got out and followed the cop to the rear of the car where the trunk was indeed open and to his shock, inside was the bloody, lifeless body of Gail in a fetal position. Cuffed and dazed, Jeremy leaned against the cruiser as the cop called it in.\r\n“This is Officer Chamberlain, requesting back up and an ambulance.”",
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"content": "The Man in the White Jacket",
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"content": "I watched the man. He stood there, in his white jacket, not doing much. However, he seemed the be talking to himself. Or someone I was unable to see. I couldn't blame him, the hospital they stuck me was horrible.\r\nAs he walked towards me, he pulled his jacket off. They're not supposed to be able to do that! I look around. There's no one around me, just dark, desolant walls. \"HELP!\" I cry. I plead some more. To anyone, really.The man retreats, and closes the door to my cell. \"I'm afraid there is not much we can do. His mind may be too far gone.\"",
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"content": "Pizza Order",
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"content": "“Nobody’s answering!!” He angrily dials the phone again.\r\n“Hello, Baywood Fire Department.”\r\n“Yes, how are you?”\r\n“Fine, how can I help you today, sir?”\r\n“I’d like 2 large pizzas with brea-“\r\n“This ain’t a pizza joint, sir. Call Mama and Papa’s their down the street a bit. Have a nice day, sir.” the fireman hangs up.\r\n“Guess no one gives a fuck!” he yells. “Let’s try this number.”\r\n“Hello, Mama and Papa’s Pizzeria. How may I help you?”\r\n“Hello, how are you today?”\r\n“I’m great! How are you today?”\r\n“I’m good. I heard about the 2 larges for $20, can I add breadsticks to that?”\r\n“Yes you can. Any toppings on the pies?”\r\n“Yes can I get one half cheese half pepperoni and ummm” he snaps his fingers at me, “what kind of pizza does your boy like?”\r\n“Mushrooms.” I whisper.\r\n“And one mushroom please.”\r\n“Delivery or pick up?”\r\n“I can’t be a bad host and leave my guests’ so delivery.”\r\n“Having family over for the holidays?”\r\n“No, but I have the mayor and his son here, it’s been a couple hours and we are going to need some food for the next couple of days. Gonna be in the house quiet a bit.”\r\n“Oh, god!”\r\n“You better hurry because if it don’t get here in 30 minutes or less, you’ll be using the pizza bag as a body bag for the poor boy.”",
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"content": "Not alone.",
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"content": "You lie awake. For some reason, you just can't seem to sleep. You've had a rough day, and you're exhausted, but everything in your power won't let you shut your eyes. The lamp beside your bed is on, luminating the room in a gentle light.\r\nMaybe the light is too bright, you think. So you switch it off and roll over to fall asleep.\r\nYou hear a noise. The sound of your door opening, but when you look over, it's still closed. You shrug, blaming it on your drowsiness. Then, you hear your door slam closed.\r\nYou jump, sitting upright. Again, the door hasn't budged, and there's no one in the room with you.\r\nHesitantly, you lay back down once again. You can't seem to find rest. You feel uneasy.\r\nYou toss and turn, the blankets covering and uncovering you. You settle on letting your leg dangle outside the bedding, hanging off the bed.\r\nSuddenly, you feel something grab you.\r\nYou're torn from your bed, kicking and screaming. You're dragged underneath your bed, feeling claws scratch your ankle.\r\nYou turn to see a thin, cracked face, pure white. It's eyes are jet black, it's teeth sharp, jagged, and broken, lips turned into a smile that shows them off.\r\nThat smiles the last thing you see.",
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"content": "A Letter",
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"content": "Dear mother,\r\nThe new dog has been jumping around like a madman, utterly scared by everything in his new home! We were thinking of getting a corgi dog, but we heard they’re a bit vicious, so we opted for the pit bull instead. Don’t worry though, the young thing’s only bitten off a couple of bits from various areas. The old family home isn’t much changed, there’s still the memorial plaque for mother and father, and it’s still far too big for all of us. You could go mad simply trying to find your place around here! Besides that, the family is all well, except for Mavis, who’s been buried under covers because she was rude, and wasn’t acting too well. Richard, (he's my husband, how can you not remember mama?) is a doctor, so it wasn’t too hard for me to find a hypodermic needle. I shan’t think he’ll discover it before I am with you. By then, of course, it won’t much matter what he finds.\r\nSee you soon mama!\r\nRegards, Diane",
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"content": "Don't cry",
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"content": "The reporters who had hung around my family since the day I was born had always called me a 'special baby.' But I never felt special, just cursed.\r\nI was born with a rare genetic condition. Forget one in a million, try one in a billion. Most who have it don't survive long.\r\nA problem with my lachrimal glands means my tears are extremely acidic. Any skin contact with my tears is disastrous. There is no cure.\r\nWhen I was two I threw a huge tantrum because I didn't want to leave the park. I ran off to hide in the bushes before my mother could wipe my tears away. When she finally found me, my skin was a mess of blood and blisters. I still have the scars from that day, furrows of ugly purple flesh running down my cheeks. I didn't throw any tantrums after that.\r\nWhen I was five I started seeing a therapist. Most people go to therapists to let it all out, but his job was to teach me to keep it bottled up. Don't cry. Don't laugh too hard. Stay away from soppy films.\r\nThis year I started seeing someone. My mum wasn't happy, knowing I'd get hurt, but I ignored her pleading. I loved him because he looked past my scars and my forced stoicism.\r\nAn hour ago he told me he was seeing someone else. I tried not to let it get to me, but the tears are flowing faster than I can stem them.\r\nI sob as my mother pounds frantically on the locked door.\r\nI let a piece of my cheek fall onto my blouse.",
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"content": "\"Mum and Dad won't wake up..\"",
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"content": "\"Do you realize what you've done, son?\" I asked him in the calmest way possible, despite the madness all around.\r\n30 minutes ago I received the weirdest phone call of my life.\r\n\"Hi uncle Alex, it's Paulie..\"\r\nPaulie was my colleague Will's 5 year old son.\r\n\"Hey what's up little man, why are you calling so late?\" I asked him.\r\n\"It's no-nothing much, just that my Mum and Dad aren't waking up from sleep. Could you come and wake them please?\"\r\nI drove as fast as I could and reached Will's house. There I was greeted by the most horrific sight. Will and his wife Martha were lying on the floor dead. The blood oozing from the bullet holes in their heads had already clotted. And I saw Paulie holding Will's service revolver.\r\n\"Oh no! OH NO PAULIE! What did you do?!\" I cried out loud.\r\n\"Well nothing..I was just trying out the trick that I saw in the movie earlier. The gangster said 'let's put you to sleep' and fired the gun.. But why won't Mum and Dad wake up uncle? It's been a long time that they've been sleeping..",
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"content": "The Last Broadcast",
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"content": "Mark’s voice crackled through the radio, desperate and shaky. \"Is anyone out there? Please respond.\" The storm outside was unforgiving, pounding against the walls of the old lighthouse where he had taken refuge. Static filled the airwaves. He was alone, but he kept trying, his hands trembling over the dials.\r\nThen, through the hiss and crackle, a voice answered.\r\n\"Mark…\" it whispered, barely audible. \"I’m here.\"\r\nRelief washed over him. \"Thank God! I need help. The storm—it’s too strong. I’m trapped!\"\r\nThe voice replied, \"I know, Mark. I’ve been waiting for you.\"\r\nA chill ran down his spine. \"Who are you?\" he asked, his voice cracking.\r\n\"You don’t remember?\" The voice sounded hurt. \"It’s been so long…since you left me.\"\r\nMark’s mind raced, trying to place the voice. It was familiar, but from a past he had buried deep.\r\nThe voice grew louder, more insistent. \"You promised you’d never leave, Mark. You swore we’d be together forever.\"\r\nMark stumbled back, the memories flooding in. He had made that promise…to his wife. But she had died, years ago.\r\n\"No…you can’t be—\"\r\nThe radio screeched with static, and then her voice was right behind him, cold breath on his neck. \"I’m here, Mark. You can’t escape me. Not this time.\"\r\nThe last thing he heard before the light went out was the sound of her laughter, echoing through the storm.",
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"content": "Dinner",
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"content": "Tonight was the night.\r\nI smoothed my black pencil skirt and groaned as I wiped off a glob of jam from my cheek. An urgent ring from the doorbell interrupted my cooking and I fluffed my hair. After tearing off my apron, I threw open the door to greet Grace, my high-pitched sister.\r\n\"Oh, Jill! Are you cooking lemon chicken?\" \"Yes, I...\" \"Wait! Isn't that Greg's favorite?\" Grace interrupted, shaking her head with a smug smile on her face while I blushed. My small gift box, wrapped flamboyantly with mint green paper, appeared in her grip. \"A gift as well. Plans?\" Grace inquired. \"He's just having dinner. It's his birthday, and I got him a nice kitchen knife.\" I protested. \"He can cook for me later.\" Grace purred. \"Excuse me?\" \"Greg proposed, Jill!\" My heart dropped and the chicken pan fell to the ground with a thud. \"He was going to ask you tonight to help him, but he did it himself.\" Grace explained, staring at her carrot-colored locks in her pocket mirror and I held back tears. After regaining my composure, I smiled at her. The doorbell rang a second time, and I walked with a bounce in my step. So, Greg wanted Grace's hand? Oh, he would get it. The question was, where would he keep it?",
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"content": "The Devil You Know...",
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"content": "“You’ve done this before right? You understand the dangers?” asked the man on the other end of the desk, looking over his glasses inquisitively.\r\n“Yes. I’m quite familiar with the risks associated with our trade.” I replied coolly. “Of course, I mean no disrespect, but you’ve undoubtedly done your homework. After all, you sought me out.”\r\n“Yes” he admitted, drumming his fingers together.“Your work is quite famous around here. Been the talk of the town for quite some time. We just didn’t know who our guy was. You're quite good.”\r\nI couldn’t help but smile, taking immense pride in my efficiency on the job. Although I admit, the fact that they found my identity regardless was an annoyance, but one that could be tolerated.\r\n“I’m an artist.” I admitted. “To some, this is just a job. To me, it's religion.” And it was. I relished in my work.\r\nI knew I touched an awkward subject when the room fell silent. Judging by age, I deduced he had a family of his own, I could see the faint line on his finger.\r\nPeople were usually quite nervous around me, just as a matter of fact. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for the man who knows me for what I really am. Knows what type of evil the world possesses.\r\n“Yeah, uh” He coughed nervously, momentarily losing his authoritarian aura, seeing things as they truly were. “ We’ll be in touch.”\r\nI got up and walked towards the door, then paused, picking up a picture that had been turned downwards.“Such a beautiful daughter.”\r\n“Keep her close.” I said before leaving, winking slickly. Couldn’t resist.",
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"content": "How to Speak to Cultists",
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"content": "Now that you are working from home, you need to be aware of the cultists in the neighbourhood. Given the global situation, they are aggressively recruiting. To avoid falling for their underhanded techniques, please follow these simple rules:\r\nWhenever you open the door for someone, ask them, \"Excuse me, but are you perchance an unsolicited representative here to inquire whether I desire to join the Cult of Great Cthulhu?\"\r\nCthulhu is pronounced Khlûl′-hloo, which is tricky to say, so please practice by speaking the above-mentioned sentence aloud several times. Once you've said it three times without making a mistake, you should be sufficiently prepared.\r\nIf the person at the door answers your question in the affirmative, say firmly and immediately, \"I have heard about your cult, but I believe solely in science so I hereby irrevocably renounce all the gods. Except Cthulhu isn't even a real god, so get lost!\"\r\nBecause you want to teach the crazy cultist a lesson and discourage him from continuing his recruitment activities, please also spit in his face. (It is considered obscene for a cultist to have a non-believer's freely given genetic material on his face.)\r\nThat should be enough to send the cultist away. However, if you wish to avoid such interactions altogether, we are currently creating a do-not-recruit list so please contact us with your full name and address and we shall make sure to add you to the list.\r\nThat is all.\r\nThank you for your time and patience, and may you and your loved ones remain safe in these troubled times.",
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"content": "Monsters",
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"content": "I have these recurring nightmares, where I stand alone in the darkness, surrounded by monsters, they talk to me but I cover my ears, they hurt me and they want to rip me apart, but I always wake up and keep on going with my days, hang out with my family and go back to bed, only to have this nightmares again, every time it’s worse than the last time, bruises, bites, scratches, each time more and more, tonight I have a missing leg, it hurt so bad and there was blood everywhere.\r\nOne of the monsters came to me, it hold my hands down while I screamed “I want to wake up from this nightmare!” and it said “Oh! Boy, but you were just dreaming and now you’re really awake”",
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"content": "My son",
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"content": "I am a 47 year old mother with a beautiful seven year old boy. I live in a small town neighborhood in Ohio. I am married to a man who is two years older than me, whom I love very much. We lead a normal, quiet life; we are the classic family you see in commercials. My husband works a lot, which is why I often look after our son.\r\nI pamper him all the time, I make him magnificent cakes full of chocolate, I buy him lots of toys and we play hide and seek together. Then I make him watch TV. A few minutes ago, while I was cooking and he was watching TV, he came running up to me. I asked him what happened, and he told me it was on television.\r\n\"For real?\" I asked him.\r\n\"Yes! I was on television, and everyone was talking about me, even showing my photos! Even if they were a bit old photos ... Ah, mom, one thing: because the man on the television said 'kid kidnapped four years ago '? \"",
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"content": "Darkness",
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"content": "I seem to be awakened suddenly. It is pitch black dark in here. Im not blindfolded. All I see is darkness. Reaching out in all directions, I feel no walls, only that Im sitting on some concrete floor, I try to move but I cant, yet Im not tied down or restrained in any way. Some parts of my body is on fire though, I feel parts of me to find its like the texure of raw meat, I know the wettness is blood on my finger tips, I smell it. Some parts of my body tingle with pain, and some parts feel like my skin has been perforated in mass chunks. As I become more aware now, seems I must have been here for sometime. It doesnt matter now, I hear them, in the dark, crawling, moving, all over my body, wondering now, in the darkness, on what is now eating me.",
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"content": "The Snow Collects",
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"content": "There’s no twist ending here. There’s no indulgence.\r\nEach unanswered cry is a snowflake between tree limbs. Every pounded fist, every panic-induced, full bodied slam is a quiet, lilting flake falling gently through forest canopy. The snow collects. It adds up. Thinking about it now, it’s amazing we didn’t do more. Thinking about how important my every single action now is - if I’d felt this way when I was out there, if more people had felt this way, we could’ve affected change. A hundred million snowflakes is a blizzard. If we’d understood the power of our real agency we could’ve stopped them when we had the chance.\r\nI can hear it taking the world away. It’s a slow process. But as the snow piles above me, the forest hushes. Birds muffle, the howling wind becomes cotton. This metal hole in the ground seems to distend, to push further into the earth, inch by inch. A quieting. I’ll die from suffocation, without question. As I weaken, it’s just like it was. Finally, when we knew what was really happening, we saved our strength, bided our time, waited desperately for an opportunity. I sit here knowing I cannot break myself out. The most I can do is hope that something beyond me presents itself and I have the strength to scream, to pound, to climb. And that’s how it was for us when it was too late. And no opportunity came then.\r\nThere’s no twist ending here. There’s no indulgence.",
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"content": "Writer's Block",
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"content": "Writer's block is such a bitch. I hate when I can't come up with any good stories or poems and it feels like my mind is just one big blank space. And that's kinda funny because, when you think about it, the mind is virtually endless in space and possibilities. But as I sit on my brother's dresser, watching the terror in his eyes as he tries to wriggle out of his bonds, all beaten and bloody; I got nothing. Not one damn story idea comes to mind. Then it hits me: all I need is a little inspiration. I push myself off the dresser and stalk toward him, his fear now tangible in the air around us. \"Hey Bubba,\"I call, pulling a butterfly knife from my pocket. \"How would you like to help me write a story? I'm sure I'll get wonderful ideas from you\" I laugh as I begin to dig the blade into his flesh.",
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"content": "How much do you value sleep?",
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"content": "28/05/2013: I can’t seem to fall asleep. I wonder what happened… Maybe it’s because I read nosleep too much, or maybe it’s because of the three cups of coffee and 4 cans of energy drinks that I drank a couple of hours ago. Dang, I should not have done that. I’m probably gonna look like I’m dying from lack of sleep tomorrow.\r\n04/06/2013: I still can’t sleep. I haven’t slept for a week now. There’s gotta be something wrong with me. However, this is actually quite useful. I can continue doing my work at night. That final thesis will be done in a few days at this rate. Still, I hope I’ll be able to sleep after it’s done.\r\n11/06/2013: I. Can. Not. Sleep. Pills, injections, hypnosis, voodoo. I have tried everything I can find, both medical and mystical. How long have I been awake now? Is it even worth counting anymore? The doctors say that I have a mutated form of FFI, whatever that is. I’m so tired now. Just… so tired..\r\n20/06/2013: Finally…. I think I'm finally falling asleep...",
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"content": "How About My Feelings?",
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"content": "It is the same thing every night. My husband climbs into bed with me and just turns into this wild animal. Don't get me wrong. It's great and everything, but sometimes I just want to be cuddled and loved on. The doctor has put me on bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy. It's seemed like ages that I have been here in this cold bed. My husband cares for me tenderly, but he says that there is something about a pregnant woman that drives him insane. He cannot control himself when he sees me in bed. Here he comes again with that look in his eyes.\r\nI know it's been 3 years since he accidently crushed my throat during sex, but he still loves me. He shows me every night. However, I just want to be cuddled. Dead people have feelings too.",
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"content": "There's Always A Plan B",
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"content": "Dean Moxley was at a bar with his best friends Seth Black & Roman Jonas when his cellphone started to vibrant. \"Yeah?\" He said, as he held a Jake Daniels in one hand. \"You really think y'all will be able to just get away with humiliating my boys and I?\" The man on the other end of the call said.\r\n\"Listen, you already know that my friends and I hate you. So, if I were you I'd stop calling.\" Dean said, putting an end to the call then sliding it back into his pocket. \"Who was that?\" Roman said, narrowing his eyes. \"No one... literally.\" Dean said, taking another hard shot of vodka.\r\nSeth chatted to his buddies about everything including one night stands. As the clock was just about to strike midnight, gunshots rung out. \"What in the world was that?!\" Seth said, covering his ears with his hands. \"Probably fireworks.\" Roman said, not paying it much attention. \"Around these parts?\" Dean said, still drunk but fully alert now.\r\nAfterwards, as they all quietly sat in an abandoned closet, they heard the door slowly crack open. \"Oh no, it's him.\" Roman said, in a loud whisper. \"Yeah, we're died now.\" Dean said, putting his hoodie over his head. \"Shhh, he'll hear you guys.\" Seth said, terrified.\r\nThe man thoroughly checked the whole entire room except for the closest. So, he walks over to the area when he suddenly stopped right in his tracks. He then randomly decided to turn all the way around and walk away.\r\n\"You forgot to check the closest!\" Seth said, with a sadistic look in his eyes.",
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"content": "Look What You Made Me Do",
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"content": "Seth Lopez was the kindhearted, geeky and quiet kid in college. So, it was completely out of character for him to ask a girl out especially the most popular girl in class, but there he was with a dozen roses in hand, standing in the middle of the classroom.\r\n\"Will you attend my birthday party?\" Seth nervously asked Sasha Mercedes. \"Ew... get away from me you freak!\" She screamed, causing everyone in the room to burst into laughter including the substitute teacher.\r\nSeth couldn't take the heat, so he ran out of the room as fast as his feet could possibly take him. His friend had once again skipped class so he had no idea what had taken place that evening. But after a call, Dean went over to the home of Seth to try his hardest to comfort him.\r\nThe following day, Sasha came up to Seth begging him for her forgiveness; she now wants to date him after all which made him skeptical, but he accepted her apology and request nonetheless.\r\nAs the week smoothly went by due to everyone being extremely nice to him which was really weird, it was finally his birthday. \"Happy Birthday!\" Dean yelled with a milk chocolate cake in his hands as Seth opened his front door to surprisingly everybody from his school.\r\n\"Okay... what's going on here?\" Seth said, exhausted. \"Nothing, man.\" Dean said, trying to sound convincing. \"Dean...\" He said, sounding even more weary then before. \"Okay, fine...\" Dean said, starting to breaking down. \"The man... he told me... that you only have one week left to live.\"",
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"content": "Unlimited Lives",
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"content": "Videogames, when they are considered to be too challenging, usually have infinite lives placed into them as a mechanic, so a player has all the time they need to figure out different ways to achieve their goal.\r\nNo matter how many times they are shot, blown up, falling into bottomless pits, crushed, burned, or other deaths suffered in video games, they always respawn, ready to try again. Videos on YouTube depicting ridiculous ways to die in many videogames are quite popular. People do it for FUN.\r\nWhat some people don't seem to realise, is that over time, graphical depiction of death and injury have gotten more and more lifelike. Screams of pain, blood splattering everywhere, etcetera.And there is no way to make it permanently stop, because the game would have to shut down permanently for that to happen.\r\nThis is a perfect example of purgatory, and you, player, are the torturer, having complete control over their actions.\r\nStill feel good about your actions?",
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"content": "Beauty is only Skin Deep",
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"content": "EDIT: I re-wrote this as a proper short story. It can be found here.\r\n\"Beauty is only skin deep,\" the fae woman mewled wickedly as she allowed the knife to pierce her own pale flesh, drawing it down from the center of her forehead, over her nose and lips, past the slender lines of her neck, between the curves of her breasts, and down her belly, cutting through layers of muscle and tissue like butter. Even as she drew the skin back like a mantle, her teeth brilliant white bones against the reds of newly exposed meat and sinew, I found myself inexorably attracted to the gore, drawn in by the spell of slimy ropes of intestines and viscera spilling out of her abdomen, and the words rang true through the deepest parts of my mind: \"But I, dear mortal, am beautiful inside and out.\"",
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"content": "11 voices",
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"content": "It was me with 10 other individuals in a room so dark that you could not tell whether your eyes were open or shut. No one had a clue where we were or why we were there. Some people stopped talking and wouldn't respond when called. At first there were 11 voices, then there were 10. Then there were 9 voices. Then there were 8. One by one they were silenced. 6 left now, then 5. Eventually it was only me and a girl; young, full of life, wanting nothing more then to return to her old life, to simply turn the clock back 24 hours, back into a world of light and warmth. I reassure her she will survive, that she will make it back. As I lie to her, she shares with me her most intimate details of life, perhaps reciting it out loud was the only way she knew of to keep the thought of home alive. Her loves, her hatreds. Never have I seen someone so close, so personal, with no armor nor cloak. In one fleeting moment of raw, exposed humanity, I see into the soul as my knife slides across her throat.",
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"content": "BANG",
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"content": "I was watching the late night news. Then i heard a shocking story, \"There is a crazed murder killing people by breaking into doors and stabbing his victims. The neighbors had reported strange banging noise before screaming. Everyone must be very careful and lock all doors and windows\". Then a loud BANG was heard two houses over. The next day, there was crime tape all over the house, apparently the killer shot a gun to open the door and stab his victim 28 times. Five nights later, a loud BANG was heard next door. The next day, again police tape was covering the house and the crime was the same as last five nights ago. I'm hiding in the bathroom of my house, scared. I need help. I just heard a BANG downstairs. HELP!",
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"content": "Morning Drive",
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"content": "Imagine driving to work early one morning. Out of the corner of your eye your phone lights up and you hear the buzz of a notification coming in. You grab the phone and unlock it. Someone commented on the post you shared earlier. You glance up at the road, then stare back down to read the comment.\r\nYou smile, satisfied at how many likes your post is getting. You look back up and quickly realize that you have drifted a few feet over into the opposite lane.\r\nTime seems to slowdown significantly. There is a van right in front of you. You see a Woman driving, and what appears to be young kids in the backseat. You're going far too fast to stop but you slam on the breaks.\r\nNoises, loud noises. Then nothing...\r\nSometime later you wake up. Things are blurry and you aren't fully aware of where you are. You see a figure which at first looks angelic. Your blurry vision begins to sharpen and you notice the figure is suddenly darker, with glowing red eyes, wearing red garments. Other dark figures begin to appear through the fog that surrounds you...",
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"content": "The Taste of Juicy Steak",
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"content": "I heard somewhere that broccoli actually tastes pretty good if you roast it instead of steaming it, so I gave it a shot. I'd lost 5 pounds in a month, so I was ready to eat anything.\r\nSure enough, when I bit into the crunchy vegetable it was absolutely delicious. The roasted green tasted like a thick, juicy steak, medium well done, with just a hint of blood left in it.\r\nAfter that bite I was done with the meal, and sick to my stomach.\r\nIce cream, apples, potatoes, breakfast cereal. It all just tastes like cooked meat to me.\r\nI wish I hadn't survived the fire that killed my family.",
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"content": "Dinner's Ready",
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"content": "\"Dinner's ready.\" The little girl said as she knocked on the door.\r\nThere came no answer, no reply, from the other side. Just a chillingly empty silence that seeped from the space underneath it and tickled her spine. She sighed.\r\nNot again.\r\nShe kneeled and laid the silver tray of food right next to said space. A glass of orange juice tilted over, staining the carpet. The little girl didn't care though. She knew that her parents wouldn't mind a few stains here and there. They had other things to worry about.\r\n\"Okay. I'll just leave this here.\" She said as she stood up. More silence. And she walked away, her head tilted down in defeat. Another defeat.\r\nIt waited until the girl was gone. The thing on the other side of the door bent its neck until its needle-pointed nose touched the floor, hissing and flickering its bone white tongue. It could smell the food. It could taste the burnt, stinging aroma that flowed from beyond the wood. And it knew that the girl had left it another sacrifice. Its tongue slipped through the slit.",
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"content": "Good behaviour",
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"content": "I was enjoying the morning quietness with a cup of coffee, when I heard a letter being deposited. I enjoyed a few more sips of coffee in peace before checking it out. It turned out to be a letter from the government.\r\nI had my suspicions to what the letter may contain. My hands shook as I opened it.\r\nDear Mr. and Mrs. Baker,\r\nWe hereby inform you that Nicholas Smith has earned prison time reduction, on account of good behaviour. In a week's time, he will be a free man. As his deeds involved a close relative of yours, we deemed it necessary to inform you of this development.\r\nI didn't read more. It had been exactly what I thought it would be. I sat down, memories flooding my mind. The investigation had been long and messy. At a certain point they actually accused Sophy's brother of the deed. That had been nonsense, of course. But the investigators hadn't known that at the time.\r\nI checked the date of the letter. It was sent February 1st. I couldn't believe my luck. The letter somehow hadn't gotten through until now.\r\nIt was foolish of the Bakers not to lock their backdoor. But then, they didn't know there was a killer on the loose.",
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"content": "The New Neighbors",
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"content": "When Sarah’s new neighbors moved in, they were friendly but kept to themselves. Every time Sarah tried to engage in small talk, they would quickly change the subject or excuse themselves. One evening, while walking her dog, Sarah noticed their front door ajar and decided to check if they were okay. Inside, the house was immaculate but eerily silent. She noticed a framed photograph on the wall showing the family at different ages—except they never seemed to age. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a voice behind her say, \"Welcome to the neighborhood. We've been waiting for you.\"",
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"content": "The Weeper at the Window",
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"content": "Last night, as I lay in bed, a woman began to cry outside my bedroom window.\r\nI shut my eyes tightly and tried to wish her away. I lay there for hours, trying not to hear as she pleaded for me to let her in.\r\nEventually my body gave in and forced me, exhausted, to sleep, in spite of my fear. In spite of the noise. When I woke up, it was daylight and I couldn't hear her crying any more.\r\nWhat felt like years passed before I dared to get up and cross the room to the window. I took a deep breath and forced myself to raise the blinds, terrified of what I might see. Terrified that she would be there waiting for me.\r\nBut there was nothing.\r\nNothing but the blowing of the wind between me and the street, fifteen stories below.",
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"content": "Death's Best Friend",
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"content": "Death isn't a skeleton in a black cloak with a scythe. Death isn't even one being. Every town has their own death. Someone in the community who disappears sometimes and reappears later acting as though nothing had happened. Our Death is Daniel.\r\nI've been friends with Daniel since I can remember. It was always us against the world. He told me about the Death thing when we were thirteen. At first I thought he was crazy, but he took me with him once, to show me how he reaps. It's pretty cool, really. He enters into the spirit world and gets these huge, black wings. He goes up to the body of who ever has just died and lifts up their soul. Then he takes them into the Afterlife.\r\nI've never been afraid of Daniel, even though I know his secret. He'd never given me a reason to fear him. Until tonight. Because tonight, he came for me.",
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"content": "Blue Jay Way",
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"content": "The fog spread suddenly.\r\n“We’ll be there in 10.” they texted, just as the sun set. I reminded them where my house was. But it’s been five hours, and I haven’t seen my friends or any other living soul, even after I went outside in the deep fog.\r\nI walked down the streets. I looked around for someone – an old lady, a child, anybody – but it’s just me in the fog now. Not even a policeman, and there are so many of them in this part of L.A.\r\nThe shadows began appearing. They seemed to surround me in the darkness through the mist, and there’s nowhere to go. And now I’m sitting here on the intersection of Blue Jay Way, and I just want my friends to come back. And now they’re surrounding me. I try, but I can’t stay awake somehow and I just want to sleep. Where are my friends?\r\nPlease don’t be long.",
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"content": "Always watching",
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"content": "So it's been a year since I last saw it properly. It hasn't completely gone yet. I still sometimes see it out the corner of my eye but whenever I turn around, it's gone.\r\nAlas, when I don't see it, I feel it. I always feel like someone is watching me and I feel uneasy.\r\nThe feeling gets worse each day. I'm going to open my eyes one morning and it will be right there in front of me.\r\nAnyways, I can feel it watching me right now as I type these words. I'm so scared. But even with my fear there is slight relief knowing that I am passing this onto you. The poor person reading my letter.\r\nNow it's watching you. But if you are very smart you can find its name in this post and maybe with that information you can stop it. I'm too much of a coward to even try. Good luck and I'm sorry.",
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"content": "Love Is Forever",
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"content": "I’ve never quite understood the meaning behind the age old saying, “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it is yours; if it doesn’t, then it never was yours”. Why would I let go of something that I love, that I care for, that I couldn’t live without? Isn’t love infinite and always right? I think so.\r\nThat’s why I’m ignoring the screams from upstairs, my wife’s declaration. It doesn’t matter. I’ll never let go of my love for my daughter. She’s everything to me. And a parent’s love for his child rules over all. Eternal. Immortal.\r\nI’ll still love her even as they lock me up and rebury her corpse.",
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