It was nearly midnight when I finally finished boarding up the doors and windows. I thought I was safe and let out a sigh of relief but then I heard the dead child giggling behind me.
I thought that if I couldn’t see it, then it couldn’t see me. I was wrong.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was coming from the window, then I heard it come from the mirror again.
When I arrived at my uncles house was told to not go into his daughters room, on my way to the guest room my curiosity got the better of me, I looked through the keyhole and saw an eye staring back at me. My uncles daughter passed away 2 years ago
When I arrived at my uncles house was to not go into his daughters room, on my way to the guest room I looked through the keyhole and saw an eye staring back at me. My uncles daughter passed away 2 years ago
The world did not end with a whimper, nor a bang. Instead, there was just screaming.
I felt the cold wet object pierce my pussy as I wailed in pain.I smashed the bottle over the same guys head and began the long,sexual process of giving him a blowjob and sitting on his wet slick penis,up and down up and down,oh the glorious sensation of rape and revenge.
My eyes look sleepily from side to side as my daughter lay in her craddle.As I go downstairs I check the window,there she lay her eye whites black and her pupil white “why are you still here? You know you murdered her.”
I had a good cry last night; I considered it a waste of time.
The sea was dishearteningly calm today.
She didn’t belch even one poet.
The girl heard her mum yell her from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the top of the stairs, her mum pulled her into her room and said “I heard that too”.
“If you think your precious family will miss you, they wont, they will simply think I am you.” said her twin sister as she raised the knife above her trembling head. Her last thought before the knife came down was the unbelievable memory of having just attended her sister’s tragic funeral two days ago…
You can count your 5 a day and your units per day but they will still take you away. In the end it will be others counting-coffins or handfuls of dust- if you go out in a ball of fire.
“It’s Dangerous hitchiking around here – said the driver with a strange smile – You know?! There’s a maniac on the road”. “Yeah, I know – replied quietly the hitchhiker – it’s you the maniac. Remamber? I was your first victim” and with those words she removed her scarf, revealing her ripped throat.
As I lay down on the bed, I saw him wearing his black jacket I gave him yesterday approaching me in the darkness. Who is he again ?
Last night we read the elf on the shelf . We then found him and our elf’s name is Frank
I heard the doorbell ring. I’m homeless.
They thought it was a good idea to sneak into the school at night and change their grades until muffled laughter came down from the dark classrooms in the empty hallways. The laughter sounded way too young to be the school’s current students.
Its 2AM and i’m woken by the sounds of a girl crying. Im too scared to let her out.
Sometimes my eyes roll back into my head. What I see there always frightens me.