Everyone was dead.
By everyone, I mean the whole world.
No one had lived.
All but Timothy Green.
He was lucky to be alive; since everyone else had died from the disease.
However, he wasn't complaining.
Timothy was the one who started the disease in the first place.
He didn't want anyone else living on earth apart from him.
Such a selfish old man, he was.
He watched everyone else suffer horrible, painful deaths, with a cup of coffee and a tea cake, and a smile on his face.
Such a brutal man, he was.
He didn't care about the innocent people who were killed by the disease; he only cared about himself.
He made sure that everyone was dead; he didn't spare anyone's life.
And as he sat down in his old house one night, by the fire, thinking of the triumph he had, there was a knock at the door.
Such a stupid man, he was.
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Scary Stories (To Be Told At Night)
Ужасы❝Some will make you laugh. Some will make you cry. Some will make you want to shrivel up and die. But only the ones that you realise are true will haunt you for life.
