Look, I'll be the first to admit I'm a complete bastard. I'm also lazy. I'm only here to find the
idiot, because there's almost always an idiot.This support group is pretty typical. We connected
online, decided on a quiet place, and now we're all sitting cross-legged in a circle. Real Kumbaya
crap. Jerome takes the lead, pouring everyone a cup of tea as he starts talking."I'm Jerome. You
can drink your tea, but only after explaining why you're here. I'll start."Jerome tells us he's never
been loved. I can see why—the guy's ugly as sin. He sips his tea while the mousy chick speaks
next."Miyu," she says. "My parents."Short and sweet, no blubbering. Gotta admire Miyu. She's
probably not the idiot. Next to talk are a legless veteran, a broke businessman, a needle-tracked
junkie, and a diseased old crone. Then it's my turn."I'm an ass. Everyone hates me."I take a loud,
annoying slurp of oolong as the fat kid with a black eye goes next, telling his boring fat-kid sob
story.Afterwards, we're all sitting quietly when Jerome keels over. Then Miyu's eyes roll back and
she slumps forward. Only the fat kid reacts."What's happening?" he whines. "I thought this was
a suicide support group!"Found the idiot."It is," I say, spitting out my mouthful of tea. "They
support it. No one wants to die alone, kid."Oh, how ghost-white he turns, looking into his cup! I
love it! These suicide meetups are a sadist's dream, and I never have to lift a finger.Told you I'm a
lazy bastard.
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50 Short Scary Stories
Historia CortaEvery one has a story. Some are blessed enough to say they've never encountered a break-in or a ghost; but some people aren't. Are you ready to read the stories of the less fortunate? Who have experienced a dangerous situation in which could of cost...
