Skinning قصص

Lolz this is basically how to prepare a squirrel for cooking{I'll probably add specific instructions on how to actually skin a squirrel later} My sources will be cited once I am finished with this!

Crime in the Insulan Empire has an extra dimension to it...

A first person point of view Creepypasta. Dare you tread this tragic tale? Then come on, come all, into the Factory we go! Haven't you ever wondered where mannequins come from?

Patricia heard screams, the screams of someone being skinned. Her sister, Kelly. She heard Kelly telling the skinners where Patricia was. She heard the closet door open. She saw her poor sister, crawling on the floor at the feet of her attacker.

a short story about 4 kids who stay a night in an abandoned hospital with an apparent mental nurse still roaming the halls , can they survive the night? or will she get them. ( remember this is a short story so it wont have loads of parts to it and is actually just a school assessment I done, I really liked), enjoy if you liked please leave a comment and I'll try and write more:)

Mari getting killed by Huzi a bunch of times

Horror story of a cop trying to catch a killer. It was all over the news; a serial killer in my home state of Washington! The killer travelled around the western side of Washington, towns like Renton, Seattle, North Bend, and so on. I was watching the news in my apartment; they called him the Evergreen Killer. The police would not divulge the details of the killings; all they could say is that he had an artistic mind. Great I thought; there are tons of artists in Washington. In addition the police revealed that the reason for these killings may have been a period of depression he recently went through; maybe his art being resented by someone he cared for, or not being seen. I noticed that as the police continued on they mentioned artist a lot. This got me curious; I searched for body artists in Washington. Assuming that the killer did some sort of artwork on their body. Then I cross referenced any with medical experience. There was a list of about 180 people. Maybe my list was wrong but I decided to email the list to my friend at the police department. Since the killer had crossed multiple county lines the FBI had come to work with each of the lead departments.

In a future world that is so renowned, Dominito and its Decrees rule over the frightened population. Peyton and Alexa, two orphaned girls, lived as quietly as the rest, never stepping out of line. If they did? A public skinning...death. So they kept it clean. One day, though, Peyton's little sister is murdered for wandering into Felling Forest, a now forbidden area. Distraught and grieving whilst watching her little sister get beheaded, she sees numbers. The date of death of Evelyn Plough. Alexa, meanwhile, sees a vision of two magnificent horses rampaging...and that's only the beginning of their story of betrayal, abandonment and secrets...in a world like Dominito, you have it all.

Ever wondered what happened to Clarice after that fateful day in Buffalo Bill's house? How does she sleep at night? Does she still hear the lambs? What happened to Catherine, the girl Clarice rescued from the bottom of the pit? Did Hannibal the Cannibal, ever get caught? In The Silence is Over, a Silence of the Lambs movie sequel, find out the answers to all your questions. Book Blurb: I move closer to the cries, and I walk into a wide-open room with stone floors and walls. It reeks in here...almost like- No. No, don't think. "FBI! Show yourself!" I call, my voice faltering a little. "Down here..P-Please save me! Help!" the woman's voice breaks as she sobbs. I look all around me. I don't see her. Wait. There, at the edge of the room. I walk closer, being cautious as I walk, looking in each corner to make sure He doesn't sneak up on me. I come upon a ring of stones, like a mini wall, about two feet tall. My heart plummets as I realize what this is. Oh God. I look over the edge of the wall, turning my flashlight on as I do, and about fifteen feet down, in a dark hole, is Catherine. Her clothes are dirty and torn, her pantlegs ripped up past her upper thighs. Although the report said she weighed about 150 pounds when she was taken, she is possibly half that now, and I can see her ribs as I point my flashlight over her. One eye is bloody and swollen, and there is a small white dog at her feet, whimpering as it lays. "Hello, Clarice," a vile, chilling voice says, right behind me. One year after the chilling events in Buffalo Bill's house, Clarice still has flashbacks and dark memories. When a new serial killer is on the rampage, Clarice's new boss and team members need her more than ever, but she's not so sure she can handle it. Some memories are meant to be buried...just like those girl's bodies. With the help of some old friends, journey with Clarice as she solves the murders and helps herself realize that it's okay to ask for help, even when you do not want to.

I'm not alive, nor I'm pass. What has become of my life. Once going around gathering food, to being slaughtered and being forced to watch my friends and my city be brought down by an invading species. What I see is what I feel.

The nightmare is a dream... About to come true...

Guide on how to shade minecraft skins, step by step

Dark Poem

🔪| 𝘅𝘅𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝗃𝖺𝗁𝗌𝖾𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒. 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅. 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗬- , 2019 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗 ©