Horror
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She looked sad when I told her I pulled an all nighter at the factory because Harry was sick and had begged me to do him favor by coming in for him. She then grumbled that it was a darn shame she couldn’t spend Friday night with her husband and I promised to make…
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It is said that in death all things become clear and all mysteries which has been eluding your understanding during your lifetime becomes suddenly revealed. One old geezer somewhere knew this statement to be so true as he clutched his chest in terror when the supposed ghosts of his past finally came back…
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It is easy, terribly easy to shake a man’s faith in himself. To take advantage of that and to break a man’s spirit, is the devil’s work. – George Bernard Shaw June 6th, 6.00 pm: Day Six of the attempted exorcism of Maria Concha. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Today the priest asked for the…
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As I put my pen to paper for the sake of posterity, I began to hyper-ventilate and my hand began to quiver as the never forgotten terror befell me and the rushing faintness and horror consumed me completely. How many a weary and teary years has dragged by since that day when the horrible…
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The initial terror that led to me fainting hadn’t passed yet, but the journalist in me was rearing up its ugly head and urging me to gather information and do something about my predicament. The only reason I am still alive is probably due to my fainting spell, which must have been misinterpreted for death…
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Father God! Please forgive my sins! It’s so cold and black, everywhere is dark, the whole world is in complete darkness, it’s like a blanket was put over the sun or the sun is dead. I am beginning to believe that the maker has pulled the plug on the light and forever doomed the…
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I am that which your mama used to warn you about sugar! I am the ‘Boogie man’, a psychological predator because I prey, invade, stalk, and feed off your fear through your dreams. Freddie Kruger is so just like me, only that I am by far worse and bullets from a Luger P08 couldn’t even…
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I am a predator and she is my prize, the prey. For weeks I have stalked her, watched her every movement, the sway of her hips, the way she smiled, oh! She so smelt like the lily. The bitch has had it coming and she is going to get it tonight, it was her…
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Twice I fell asleep on the Double Decker, twice it crept up my body and twice I let out a heart wrenching scream, for lack of sleep my two eyes barely could keep open, my two legs barely could hold me up, but my two ears remain sharp ever still, listening and waiting for…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 