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“I love you.”
The words hit me like a train. I felt my heart flutter. I felt my face grow warm. I’d always imagined this moment, since I met him during Freshman orientation at college. He was hot, charming, a little rough on the edges, but who wasn’t. Even so, he never showed even a hint that he was interested in me. We never even hung out outside of class. We didn’t run in the same circl...
The sound of the speed boats combing the lake rattled me back to my senses. Five bodies so far have been discovered at the bottom of the lake, all with signs of recent decomposition. “I got another two bodies down here!” Shouts one of the diving team. Seven fucking bodies now, what kind of a monster came to this little town?! I stand with the coroner while he examines the first two bodies we broug...
Walking back from taking the trash out Robert slowly cracks the door to his garage and yells “honey, I’m going to go for a walk” Robert doesn’t hear a response, shrugs his shoulders cartoonishly with a weird grin and quickly goes to straight face as he shuts the door. The trees are brushing In the wind, Robert takes his time as he scrapes the back of his heels in his slippers against the worn down...
“This is worse than I expected. Much worse!”
Hello, my name is Lucy and I’m a detective at West Yorkshire Police. I love this job to bits as I’m simply getting paid to solve highly horrific crimes which is a privilege not only to my soul, but to my local community’s soul too.
I am used to dealing with murderers and thieves but this time, I had to deal with a much larger threat: “Cannibalism.”...
In the quiet town where shadows creep,
Lies a secret buried deep.
Whispers in the darkened street,
Speak of a tale incomplete.
The clock struck twelve, the night was still,
A figure moved with silent skill.
In the old mansion, cold and grand,
A sinister plan was close at hand.
The chandelier swung with a ghostly sway,
As footsteps echoed and then went away.
Two screams cut throug...
“Get in the front.” He orders from behind me, not leaving an inch for me to breathe, I suppose I should take it as a compliment that he thinks I can run with a flesh wound.
I take in the sleek vehicle one hundered and thirty two steps from my front door, no, I don’t know why I counted. A matte black sedan, perfect for his elusive behaviour. I can hardly see my reflection in the window, they mig...
I clutch the dagger, gold lacing throughout the handle. Warmth creeps into my hand as I think about my father, how he held it in his hands the same way I hold it in mine.
I’m privileged to continue his legacy, the gift he bestowed on me.
I sit in the shadows, silent, like I’m meditating, just like father taught me. I grip the dagger tightly, yet relaxed, ready and waiting for the man who will s...
February 25, 2008
Dear Diary,
Callum decided it would be funny to bring us to the recently deceased Mrs. Lane’s house late on Sunday night. That was four days ago.
Eudoria convinced the four of us that it was harmless and no one has set foot in that house, besides Mrs. Lane, when her husband went missing more than 5 years ago. She told us about the legend that shrouds the crumbling house in s...
PLEASE LISTEN TO SAFEWORD BY TV GIRL DURING THIS.
The party was loud, bustling through the whole house. Your voice had to go up _octaves_ to be heard as if you were whispering, and they loved it. They all did. It was all they wanted, for now. No matter what obstacle was at home, whatever trouble. They were safe in one of the most unsafe ways.
But it wasn’t _them._
It had been going on for hou...