Creeping voices, nails on a chalk board- the closer it gets, the more your heart races with the chant’s drum;

One, two- I’m coming for you

Three, four- better lock your door

Five, six- can you hear my clicks?

Seven, eight- you’re the one I really hate

Nine, ten- I love your beautiful sin....

I was buried alive today. And judging by the fingers I now feel on my skin, I am not alone....

I tried to go to sleep at three o'clock in the morning, but he wouldn't let me sleep.

He would stare at me and sing creepy songs, and I just want him to stop already....

No no no wait Im sorry she said then right before she could say anything else he shot her head ...

The room echoed a profound silence but thousands of thoughts engaged in a never ending race of calamity. She was awake; the anxiety was greater than the fatigue.

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They have been many rumors. About a man who was old and tries to kill people. Lived in the forest with none. Only birds, was old and grunt ...

In a dank mortuary corner; icily familiar. A son sleeps softly, soundly and silent....

I had always been afraid of the dark since I was young; I didn’t fear the creatures living under my bed (they never bothered me) but I hated the shadow that lurked around me after Mum went to bed. I hated his weight upon me, his phantom hands all over my body and, most of all, I hated feeling his acid breath drifting down the neck of my nightgown. ...

I slipped into my dark room naked and freezing. I hadn’t meant to fall in the pool at the rave and the bastards had stolen my clothes. I turned on the light and there stood mom.

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This virus knew what it meant when they said ‘viruses aren’t living’. While they feverishly and predictably strove to ‘save lives’, this virus cooly and rationally saved it’s own.

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