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Everything is RedNo.
How could this have happened!?
We were laughing and drinking lemonade on the front porch.
I told a joke and she started laughing loudly, her golden mane swishing in the summer air. She clutched her sides and fell back into the blue and white beach chair. I stared laughing with her because she had one of those laughs that was contagious. I don't even remember what the joke was or why it was so funny. Then she was staring at me, tears of amusement coming out the corners of her blueberry eyes. Her lips parted into a wide smile, pearly white teeth beaming at me.
But then she turned her head to look behind her.
The laughter stopped.
My eyes shifted to where her gaze was, only to see red.
I could have sworn I was looking at hell itself.
And it was coming for us.
I turned to look back at her. She was staring at me wide eyed, her once blueberry eyes now red. The tears of amusement washed away by the tears of fear that started dripping down her cheeks, falling on t
''Keep calm and just sleeping'' Creepypasta''se a desatado una serie de asesinatos, donde las victimas encontradas son personas de entre 20 y 30 años , con ademas un collar de perro''
-¿Un collar de perro?, que raro- Yo soy Angela tengo 16 años, pronto cumpliré mis 17.Vivo con mi padres en una pequeña casa cerca del mar, era muy divertido pasear por la playa en la noche, hasta que por alguna razón comenzaron a matar gente.Por lo que veo en las noticias es gente joven a la que matan , entre 20 años mas o menos en adelante. Ahora que lo pienso todo esto comenzó a suceder una semana después de que una chica un poco menor que yo desapareciera. . .
''Raymi Labra , una chica de tan solo 13 años de edad , a desparecido en nuestra ciudad,vecinos indican que la chica era huérfana ya que nunca veían salir o entrar a nadie más que ella a su casa. Se deduce que pudo irse con alguna amiga u en el peor de lo
I Waited For You"He-Hey! Do you know what flight number thi-" They were already gone before she had even finished what she wished to say.
Another group of travelers, another set that wouldn't speak to poor Cecilia. Silently, the sad girl wondered if something was wrong with her appearance, or if she spoke too quietly. Sighing, the young lady entered the bathroom again, but the mirror was still shattered.
"It's not going to just fix itself, you know.."
Were the words she always mumbled, but she was much too nervous to actually tell someone at the desk that this problem existed. She figured someone else would...eventually.
Quickly scrambling out, as not to gather the blame, she went back to where her sign was. It didn't look it, but the sign was heavy enough that the little thing could hardly move it. At least, that's what she figured.
Her mind didn't want to wrap around the truth.
So she stood by it, and continued to wait for him to come out.
Cecilia just considered herself persistent after the thi
SnipedThe assassin stared down his scope at the politician he was about to eliminate. He wasn't sure who this man was or why the contractor wanted him killed. It didn't matter. Only the job mattered. And, of course, the payment.
Just for a moment he watched as the politician's lips moved, delivering what was no doubt a very stirring speech. Perhaps he'd have to catch a news clip of it later, or maybe some overzealous kid would have the whole thing posted on Youtube, grisly death included.
The assassin smiled at the thought. It might be a nice change to view one of his jobs from a closer angle for once. Yes, he would definitely try to find this on Youtube later, play it over a few dozen times and savor the thing.
But for now there was still the job to do. He pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Or almost nothing. Something was wrong.
The politician's head should've burst like a water balloon, or some reasonable facsimile. Instead nothing much had happened.
The politician had wince, put a han
HalfwayIn the dark of the night, Aldona used her key card to enter the building. She could hear the obsessive Master Lax in his room, listening still to Thompson's music from the Court of Love. Hours now he had been listening to the same music and it made her even more uneasy to hear it again.
Both he and Faith had both assured her that having done a thing once, he would not repeat it, that once ha had gotten an idea out of his system that he would then move on to the next new thing. But... while she knew that his words were not lies in his mind when he said such, his behavior told another story entirely. She peeked into his room and saw him as she'd left him, making hand motions that imitated the dance steps of the Court of love production. It wasn't the behavior of a man ready to move on. She looked at his face, still lost in the same pieces of music as it had been for hours now. No, that was the face of a man STILL obsessed. Whatever it was that had moved him to stage the terrible show, it
First SightThe wolf’s expression was blank, empty of all feeling. Anything that might have made her human was absent. It should have frightened him or at the very least, reminded him that the loup garou were not the humans they had been. Etienne would have delivered the killing strike without hesitation. Augustin couldn’t, even as he gripped his knife tighter in hand. How could he kill a woman, even a wolf and still live with the memory of it afterwards?
He cast a quick look over his shoulder, hoping for and feeling relief that his father wasn’t in the immediate vicinity. By all rights, he was justified in killing her but he couldn’t quite see the animal underneath. She looked human in spite of her bared teeth and the amber colored eyes that marked her kind. Something stopped him from following through on his father’s orders. Augustin sheathed the hunting knife at his waist and knelt, offering his hand to her. “I’m not going to hurt you. Can you…sp
Clockwork: Part 2 (Ambrose Anthes)Video Journal Library
Entry 1 out of 43
[Man walks in, slightly balding, a medium-quality suit on]
[Looks bedraggled, and tired, doesn't look like he wants to talk]
[Opens mouth several times, doesn't speak, seemingly scared or in shock]
"Well...." he said, trailing off. "I seem to be in a bit of trouble, don't I?
[Attempts to smile, instead looks pained and nervous]
"A few months ago, I met a new patient, a William Harris, I think it was. He didn't seem to be doing well, didn't have any friends, and had some psychotic episodes prior to his landing on my doorstep."
"He seemed to like opening up, like it let something out, like it made him feel better. I was hopeful, because a patient who has an attitude like that usually get better very quickly, because they know that if they work at it, they will."
"William was a special case. It seems that alongside his all-aorund psychotic episodes, he was also suffering f
The HoundsThe creature approached, its eyes glistening with hatred and rage. Toxins dripped from its malformed maw. It had a single goal, a single promise to humanity, to tear away all hope from its victims, leaving them a self-loathing, quivering nothing. Bony claws clicked against the stone floor of my mind, scratching and scraping away at it. The skeletal tail of the dark creature slowly writhed in perfect rhythm with the movement of the creatures deteriorated body. Soon it was joined by another of its kind, almost identical. Darkness followed the creatures with every step they made. Their numbers grew until they were many, some shrouded by the darkness, some bringing the darkness closer with their footsteps. Those that were visible were mangled and plague-ridden. They had come for me, to take away what was rightfully mine. Yet I couldn't find the strength, the motivation to stop them. So there I sat, corroded and distraught, as the hounds circled and closed in for the kill.
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