The shotgun sits at my feet. In a few minutes I will load two shells, place the barrels beneath my chin and spread the insides of my skull across the ceiling. I did the same yesterday, and I will do the same tomorrow.
Why don't I die, and why can't I stop?
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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door...
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When I was 9, the birds stopped still in the sky and I saw the men that move between moments. They sang silently as they prepared the lake where my little sister was about to drown.
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There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1 a.m. and you're home alone.
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Because my mom was moving houses, she made me come over and go through all my childhood stuff. When I got home, the Raggedy Ann I’d bagged up to be tossed was sitting upright on my bed, smelling of smoke, with her hair half burnt and a charred smile that looked like it meant me no good.
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That licking of your toes — usually it’s softer, warmer. You see the dog, standing in the other room, staring at you, silent.
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For months I’ve followed you everywhere — running to catch the bus, dancing with your husband on your birthday, bending (unseen, you thought) to steal a neighbor’s flower. But I let you see me only now, my face behind you in the bathroom mirror in the middle of the night, because we’re so close to being together forever.
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He sat alone in the dark, afraid. Someone put matches in his hand.
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The wind whipsered audibly through the willows, their leaves brishing against my skin like a child's playful fingers. I was at peace; until the wind stopped and the whispers didn't.
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I love seeing the kid's faces while they dream in their beds. I only wish their parents were heavier sleepers.
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She came back to bed and told me the baby was just sleeping. She was covered in dirt.
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I'm watching my daughter through the window. I wonder how much longer I need to keep the oven on.
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I was alone in my hosue when I was awoken by a noise and reached for my flashlight. It was handed to me.
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I'm not afraid of the cemetery. It's the only place the ghosts don't follow me.
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I enter the empty elevator and push the button for my floor. As the doors close I feel a hand cover my mouth.
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It's hard fighting the urge to hurt myself. My only comfort is knowing that I can hurt the girl in the trunk instead.
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When we bought the house I assumed the scratches on the inside of the basement door were from a dog, but the neighbors say the previous owner didn't have one. This morning the scratches had multiplied.
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She felt the heat as the flames engulfed the only house she'd ever known. When the screams subsided she smiled, knowing she was finally alone.
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Spookyness
Historia CortaA book about anything creepy or scary(but mainly scary stories). Here we won't be having any of that typical crap. Stories in here will be completely original. Anything from stories to cults to possessed dolls. If you find something you deem Spooky...