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r/TwoSentenceHorror 19 hr. ago 80s4evah "It's a little angel!" exclaimed the nurse. As I held the screaming mass of feathers and eyeballs in my hands, I felt inclined to agree.

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𝟕𝟕𝟕 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫— 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠.🪽 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. 🕊️ ₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊

I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' It’s a common question, but it is misplaced. Light and dark. Without one, the other cannot exist. I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it. I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do. 'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...' Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of... You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts. Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..

       ⊹⋆♱ name♱⭒⊹     ˗ˏˋ ★prns 🪽 age 🪽 label★ ˎˊ˗        ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* 𝑩𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑫.

r/shortscarystories 10 yr. ago tarandfeathers It's a boy! "Oh! I know what's happening! I've just been born again and I have only only a few minutes to see through all my past lives. Shortly, I will have forgotten everything. An invisible hand will erase all my memories and I will become an ınnocent little child. But now, I can see everything. All my crımes. It all started when I m-rder my only brother. Then I kılled other six of my siblings. Then I slaughtered seventy of them. Then I offered my virgin daughter to be ab*sed by a mob. And then, I sacrificed my baby-girl to become a king. Finally, I betrayed my Mentor and sent Him to deäth. There is something evıl in all my lives, something I cannot control. Oh, I wish to, I have to remember all these atrocities beyond these two minutes! Last night I felt the remorse for the first time and resolved to kıll myself and a few minutes ago I was flopping in my own noose for I had betrayed my Master, I'd sold Him to the Romans for 37 pieces of silver coins. We ate supper for the last time, like friends, as I was being a traitor all the time. And while we parted, huggıng and kıssıng, I knew He was suspecting my vileness. That was the last straw for my burden. Enough with all the kíllíngs and treason! Enough with all the schemes and the massacres! I want to redeem my evıl! To lead a clean, virtuous life, to be admired, praised and beloved, to leave behind useful and beautiful things instead of paın and hatred. I will change - starting with this next life I have ahead. I will study, I will create! I will build useful machinery, beautiful works of art! I will write, I will paint! I will help people get further and higher! I will invent, I will write, I will paint! Only if I could remember: a painter, not a kıller! A painter, not a kıller! A painter, not a kıller! I will repay my treason by evoking the life of the Master and depicting it in images! I will paint our last supper to show all the people how I had betrayed Him, how despicable I had used to be. I want to change, I have to! I want my actions to impact all over the world and my name to be on everyone's łıps.." Hung by his little feet, the newborn received a pat on the back, his lungs started working and he released a long crý. The midwife laid him abreast his mother Klara, and hurried out of the room to bring the news. The father had already heard the baby's crý and was rushing towards the door. "It's a boy!", said the midwife. "You have a boy, Mr. Alois Hiτler!"

“𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬; 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮” (𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟓:𝟏𝟔-𝟏𝟕).

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐; 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒖𝒎. 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊 𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒔, 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒓: 𝒕𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒔, 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐, 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒖𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺." (𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 21:4)

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 5 mo. ago Rukania Join I work as a judge and this was the most horrific case I’ve dealt with. ‘Matthew 5:38’ The plaque that sits above my bed, engraved with that very quote. It’s what motivates me, what drives me - it is who I am. Gregory Holden. Judge Holden to the convicts I’m faced with on a daily basis. I sit down to eat breakfast. Some cold meat I got last night. As I ate I perused the newspaper, my eyes instantly drawn to the bold headline sprawling across the front page. DEAN HOWARD - KIDN@PPERS & MÜRDERER - ESCAPED JAIL AND IS ON THE RUN. SHOULD BE CONSIDERED HIGHLY DANGEROUS. Dean Howard…I was the one that had sentenced him. Four consecutive lıfe sentences without parole. That was only a few days ago. I scoffed at the lacklustre security of the jail he’d been housed in. Allowing that monster even the chance to escape…despicable. Dean was the worse case I’d dealt with. And I’ve dealt with some pretty horrific ones. Tommy Freeman. Convicted of arson & first degree mürder - burning down the house of his ex-girlfriend whilst she slept upstairs. There was Doctor Peter McGronal. Found guilty of mal practice in his hospıtal, resulting in the deaths via flu of twelve elderly patients in his care. And of course, Bobby Ray Leonard. The hillbilly that blended his wife with acid after she overcooked dinner. Dean takes the cake for the worst however. He’d abducted a nine year old girl, keeping her locked in his basement for months. The abuse she suffered…heartbreaking. The girl eventually starved to death, and Dean was apprehended whilst he tried to hide the body. Still. Justice was served. Matthew 5:38. Whilst I am an official of the law, there’s a reason that plaque lies above my bed. Being a judge, a moral compass is an innate trait we must all posses. The same trait that the guards at the jail also posses. The ones that shut off the cameras as I lit Tommy Freeman’s jail cell on fire and watched him scream as the flames engulfed him. The ones that allowed me to tamper with Doctor Peter’s meals, injecting them with a vile concoction of chemicals that had him slowly dying in the prison medical ward for a week - before he ultimately succumbed to his fate. The ones that pinned down Bobby Ray as I gouged his eyes out. Cutting out his tongue for good measure, ensuring he wouldn’t go talking to anyone. As you’ve probably guessed, Dean never escaped. In fact, he’s been…’rehoused’. Rehoused to my very own basement. Chained up. Crying. But not starving - no - that would be too easy. I take another bite of my breakfast and look up from my newspaper at Dean, desperately clutching the bloodƴ stump at where his arm used to be. Dean’s going to whither away alright. And he’s going to watch as I consume every - little - morsel.

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Tumblr | 10/6/2014 | 7:44pm | DO YOU? meeplol: Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of tortur͘e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident. Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?

"Se Deus existe, por que há tanto mal no mundo?" Esta é uma pergunta comum, porém, equivocada. Todas as coisas precisam ter um equilíbrio. Como luz e escuridão. Bem e mal. Som e silêncio. Sem um, o outro não existe. — "Então se isso é verdade, Deus não faz nada para combater o mal?" — Esta pode ser a sua próxima dúvida. É claro que ele combate o mal. Implacavelmente. Eu sou um dos anjos mais sagrados e justos do plano celeste. Eu vasculho a Terra, eliminando todos os focos de maldade que encontro. Eu mato os monstros que você nem gostaria de imaginar. Eu os destruí completamente para que você possa dormir tranquilo. Vocês, humanos, não fazem a menor ideia de quantos de vocês continuam vivos somente graças ao meu trabalho. — "Mas e quanto a Hitler? Ted Bundy? Jack, o Estripador?" — Bem, estes eram os menores que eu posso deixar viver. Para manter o equilíbrio. Aqueles que eu destruo são horríveis demais para sobreviverem. O estranho é que, embora eu aposto que nenhum de vocês já leu o nome em qualquer uma das escrituras religiosas, tenho certeza de que já ouviram falar de mim. Brasileiros, por exemplo, têm seu próprio nome para se referirem a mim: Aborto espontâneo.

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