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Pages turning, the sound of fluttering paper echoed around the man's room. The thirty year old laughed at the contents in the book that he held above his head as he laid on his mattress.

He read through the words, an amused smile on his face as he imagined the scenes in his thoughts.

The thought of such childish monsters existing, and that people actually believed them, made him cackle.

He looked at the page currently open, an image of a lady cut in half, visible, the title of the chapter that read 'Teke-Teke'. An image at the top right corner stared back at him, the eyes seeming too real to consider them as two dimensional.

The woman in the picture, though being imaginary, gave him the creeps. Hands holding her off the ground, she balanced her bottomless mangled body.

Her name given to her in reference to the noise that could be heard when she dragged herself on the floor, her nails hitting the ground making a Teke-Teke sound that was so obvious, the man could practically hear it.

But he didn't realise he was actually hearing it until the main door of the house creaking open could be discerned.

Suddenly jolting up, the man's eyes widened as he felt a breeze move into his room, even if he never kept the windows open. The sound of the door closing wasn't as silenced. The bang ricocheted off the walls of his one storey house and his mind concluding the event to be a break in.

Only, the one breaking in wasn't after his wealth. It was after him.

Reality hitting him as the sound he had just read about echoed along the hallways, the waves of fear rushing through him where he stood, behind the door of his room with a lamp in his hand as a weapon.

The creature's laboured breaths stopped as it approached his room, letting the man catch a glimpse of it through the gap between the hinges of the door.

First he saw hair,  dirty tangled black strands, starting from the top of its head which was at his hip level and flowing till it reached the floor. Next he saw the obvious lack of a lower body, only the torso of the human like creature remaining.

Vessels and organs hung from the open wound, the smell of rotting flesh hitting his nose as he tried to ignore it.

He trailed his eyes from her mangled self to her hands, long nails at the tips, broken and bloody from dragging herself. The last thing he looked at, the one thing he was dreading, her face. His eyes moved from her hands up to her head.

But she was already looking at him.

Black eyes stared back, everything including the whites of her eyes were black. They looked like blackholes, once you make eye contact you would never be able to look away.

Her greasy hair stuck to her face, she had a smile on her face, the gap between her lips giving way to rotting teeth. The smirk was the most fear inducing. It looked like she had succeeded in her mission, her quest in search of victims.

Slowly making her way towards him, the Teke Teke noise filled his room, and he had no place to run. A staring contest between them took place for a few seconds and she made her move.

Jumping at the man awfully well despite her handicap, he tried his best to fight back but it was of no use. The lamp that he tried to use as a weapon was a fail, falling to his side as she over powered him in just a few seconds.

He focused on the shattered pieces of the lamp, knowing that he had no escape no way of surviving this unfortunate turn of events.

And then he saw black, the searing pain running  through his nerves coming to a stop as he took his last breaths.

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BREAKING NEWS

THE MANGLED BODY OF A THIRTY YEAR OLD FOUND IN HIS HOUSE

State of victim when found: Lower body missing

Cause of death: Loss of blood and trauma

Weapon: Signs of scratches on the torso, forensics believe the lower body was dismembered by nails and/or hands.

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