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แดฟแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒ หกแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแต‰ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟโ€™แต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณโฑหกสธ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰โฟแตˆ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต˜โฟแต‰สณแตƒหก สฐแต’แตแต‰ แต’สณ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแตƒหก หขแต‰สณแต›โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง แดฌ แต—แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰ โฑหข แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแต‰หขโธด แต—แต’แตแต‡หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰หขโธด แต’สณ แตแต‰แตแต’สณสธ แต’แถ  แต–แตƒหขแต— หกโฑแต›แต‰หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สณแต‰แตƒหขแต’โฟหข สทสฐสธ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สทสฐแต’ แตˆแต’โ€ง แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต—? แดฐแต’ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—สฐโฑหข โฑหข แต’แตˆแตˆโธด แต’สณ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰ แต—สฐโฑหข โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜? แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’แต›แต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แต–โฑแต—แตƒแต–สฐหข? แต€สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต–สณแต’แต›แต’แตโฑโฟแตโธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— สทสณแต‰โฟแถœสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’แต›โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แตƒ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แตหกโฑแตแต–หขแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโ€™หข หกโฑแถ แต‰โธด โ€œแดฎแต‰หกแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แถ แตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณโธด แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แดฌโฟแตแต‰หกโ€โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต‡แต’สณโฟโธด สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตˆโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แถ สณแต’แต สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‡หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แดฐโฑแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธโธด แถœสฐโฑหกแตˆสณแต‰โฟโธด แต–แตƒสณแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด หขแต–แต’แต˜หขแต‰? แต‚แต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰สณแต›โฑแถœแต‰โธด แตƒโฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแต’สณแต‰สณ แตƒโฟ แตƒสณแต—โฑหขแต—โธด แตƒ แต–แต’แต‰แต—? แดตหข โฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตƒแต˜แต—สธ แต’แถ  แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแต‰หข? แต€สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแต หกโฑแตแต‰ หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต’สณโฟแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‡หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต‰สณแต‰โฟโฑแต—สธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰แถœแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’แตแต‡หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰หข แต’แถ  สทแต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แตƒ แตสฐแต’หขแต— แต—แต’สทโฟโ€ง แดฟแต‰แตโฟแตƒโฟแต—หข แต’แถ  สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณสธแต‰แตƒสณโ€ง แดฌ หขแต—แต’สณสธ แต’แถ  แตƒ แต—โฑแตแต‰โธด แต’แถ  แตƒ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สทสฐแต’ หกโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง แดตหข โฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒสณแถœสฐโฑแต—แต‰แถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒแต— แตˆสณแตƒสทหข สธแต’แต˜? แต€สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตƒแต˜แต—โฑแถ แต˜หก แถœแตƒสณแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’แตแต‡หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตหกแตƒหขหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑสณแต’โฟโ€ง แดนแต˜แถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตแต’ โฑโฟแต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒโฟแถœแต‰ แต’แถ  แตƒ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต—สฐแตƒแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สทแตƒหขโ€ง แดฟแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต— แต—สฐแต’หขแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒแต— แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต’แถ  สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒโฟแถœแต‰โธด แต‰โฟแตˆหกแต‰หขหขหกสธ แถ แตƒหขแถœโฑโฟแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หขแต—แต’สณโฑแต‰หขโ€ง แดฐแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแตแต–หกแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแต—แตƒโฟแตหกแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแตƒสณแต‡หกแต‰ แต’สณ แตƒโฟ แต‰หกแตƒแต‡แต’สณแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ แถœสฐโฑหขแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตแต‰หก? แดฌสณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แถ หกแต’สทแต‰สณหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แต แถ สณแต‰หขสฐ? แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ โฑแต—'หข โฑโฟสฐแตƒแต‡โฑแต—แตƒโฟแต—หข? แดพสณแต’แถ แต‰หขหขแต’สณ แดฐแตƒแต›โฑแต‰หข หขแตƒสธหข สฐแต‰สณ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰สธแตƒสณแตˆหข หกแต‰แตƒโฟหข แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—แต’สทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡โฑแต‡หกโฑแต’แต–สฐโฑหกโฑแตƒ โฝแตƒ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แถ  แต‡แต’แต’แตหขโพ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ โฟแต‰แถœสณแต’แต–สฐโฑหกโฑแตƒ โ€œแต’สณ แตƒโฟสธ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‰แ‘ซแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตสณแต’หขหข แต’สณ แตแต’สณแต‡โฑแตˆ แตˆแต‰สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€งโ€ แดตโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆโธด หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰สฒแต‰แถœแต—หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰สณแต แต—แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰หข แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแตƒโฟโ€ง แดตแต—โ€™หข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณสธ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถปแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒสณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สทแต’สณแตโธด สณแต‰หขแต‰แตƒสณแถœสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต’แถœแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–สณแต’แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰หขแต‰ แถ สณแตƒแตโฑหกแต‰ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰หขโ€ง แดฑแตƒแถœสฐ แต—แต‰หกหกโฑ แตƒ หขแต—แต’สณสธ แต—สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แต˜โฟโฑแ‘ซแต˜แต‰หกสธ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต’สทโฟโ€ง แดฌ แต—แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰ แต‡สธ แตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟ โฑหข หขแต’แตแต‰แต’โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต’ โฑหข โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแต‰หขโธด แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰หขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒสณแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหขแต—แต’สณสธ แต—สฐแตƒแต— แตแต’แต‰หข แตƒหกแต’โฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต—แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ แต˜โฟแต‰สณแตƒหกหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต˜โฟแต‰สณแตƒสณสธ แต—สณแตƒแตˆโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ สธแต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แต€แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ โฟแต’แต— แตสฐแต’แต˜หกโฑหขสฐ แถ แต’หกแตหข สทโฑแต—สฐ แตˆแต‰แตƒแต—สฐ แต’แต‡หขแต‰หขหขโฑแต’โฟหขโ€ง แดตโฟ แถ แตƒแถœแต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต–แต–แต’หขโฑแต—แต‰โ€ง แต€แตƒแต–สฐแต’แต–สฐโฑหกแต‰หข สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ แต‡แต˜สณโฑแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณโฑแต‰หขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒสณโฟ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑหขแต—แต’สณสธ แต’แถ  โฑโฟแตˆโฑแต›โฑแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหขโธด แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขแต—แต’สณหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแตแต˜โฟโฑแต—สธโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒแต— หกโฑแต—แต‰สณแตƒหกหกสธ แต—แต‰หกหกหข สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟโ€™หข หขแต—แต’สณสธโธด โฑแต— แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแตแตƒแถปโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฎแต‰ แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต’แถ  แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง แดตแถ  แตƒ แถ แต˜โฟแต‰สณแตƒหก โฑหข โฑโฟ แต–สณแต’แตสณแต‰หขหข แต’สณ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰โธด แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขแต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณสธโ€ง แดฐแต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโธด หขโฑแต— แต’สณ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตแต’โฟแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดฌหขแต แต–แต‰สณแตโฑหขหขโฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณสธ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰หขแต—แต’โฟแต‰ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต; แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒสธ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆโ€ง แถ แต’หกหกแต’สท แตƒหกหก แต–แต’หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณสธ สณแต˜หกแต‰หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตƒ สณแตƒโฟแตˆแต’แต แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰ แดดแต‰สณแต‰ หกโฑแต‰หข แ”†แตโฑแต—สฐ ยนโนหฃหฃโป? แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ? แดต สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแถ แตƒโฟแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง แต‚แตƒหขโฟ'แต— แตสณแตƒโฟแตˆแต–แตƒ แต‡แต’สณโฟ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต‰แตƒสณ? แดดแต’สท แตˆโฑแตˆ แ”†แตโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—โฑแตแต‰? แต‚แตƒหข แ”†แตโฑแต—สฐ หขแตƒแต—โฑหขแถ โฑแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แถ แต˜หกแถ โฑหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข? แต‚แตƒหข โฑแต— หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ โฑแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆโธด แต’สณ สทแตƒหข โฑแต— แถ แต’สณหขแต‰แต‰โฟ? แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต แตแต’ แต—แต’ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰สธแตƒสณแตˆโธด แดต แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‰หฃแต–หกแต’สณแต‰ โฟแต‰แตƒสณแต‡สธ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰หข; สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หกโฑแถ แต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฐสณสธ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰หข แถœสณแต˜โฟแถœสฐ แตƒหข แดต สทแตƒหกแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ แตƒ สณแต’สทโ€ง แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต– แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สทสฐแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแตƒหกหข แตƒสณแต‰ แถ แต’สณโ€ง แดธแต’แต’แตหข แต‡สณแตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต‰สท; แต’สฐโธด โฑแต— หขแตƒสธหข ยฒโฐหฃหฃ หขแต’ โฑแต— แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ สณแต‰แถœแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แดฌแตแตƒแต‡แต‰หก; สทสฐแตƒแต— แตƒ แต‡แต‰แตƒแต˜แต—โฑแถ แต˜หก โฟแตƒแตแต‰! แดฌแตแตƒแต‡แต‰หกโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฟโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แตƒสณ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธโ€ฝ แดฌ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ แตสณแตƒแต›แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต– แต‡แต˜แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โฟแตแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ? แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒโฟสธ แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธ? แ”†แต’แตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตแตƒโฟสธ แถ หกแต’สทแต‰สณหข แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌสณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’หขแต‰หข แตƒสณแต—โฑแถ โฑแถœโฑแตƒหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แต หขแต’ แถ สณแต‰หขสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแต’แต˜สณหข! แดฎแต˜แต— แดต แต—สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สณแต˜หขสฐ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แตƒ หขแตƒแถœสณแต‰แตˆ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธโธด สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โธด แดต หกแต’แต’แต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต‰แตแต‰แต—แต‰สณสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดฌหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แดฌ หกโฑแถ แต‰ หขแต—แต’สณสธ สทแต’สณแต—สฐ แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดต'แต หขแต‰สณแต‰โฟแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต‡สธ แดต แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒสณโ€ง
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An Egg September 1, 2012 It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a quick passing. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail ... An Egg Strange and Unexplained / 5 minutes of reading Estimated reading time โ€” 4 minutes It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Youโ€™re so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And thatโ€™s when you met me. โ€œWhatโ€ฆ what happened?โ€ You asked. โ€œWhere am I?โ€ โ€œYou passed,โ€ I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words. โ€œThere was aโ€ฆa truck and it was skiddingโ€ฆโ€ โ€œYup.โ€ I said โ€œIโ€ฆ Iโ€™m gone?โ€ โ€œYup. But donโ€™t feel bad about it. Everyone passes.โ€ I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. โ€œWhat is this place?โ€ You asked. โ€œIs this the afterlife?โ€ โ€œMore or less,โ€ I said. โ€œAre you god?โ€ You asked. โ€œYup.โ€ I replied. โ€œIโ€™m God.โ€ โ€œMy kidsโ€ฆ my wife,โ€ you said. โ€œWhat about them?โ€ โ€œWill they be alright?โ€ โ€œThat what I like to see,โ€ I said. โ€œYou just passed and your main concern is for your family. Thatโ€™s good stuff right there.โ€ You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didnโ€™t look like a God. Some vague authority figure. โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ I said. โ€œTheyโ€™ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didnโ€™t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If itโ€™s any consolation, sheโ€™ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.โ€ โ€œOh,โ€ you said. โ€œSo what happens now? Do I go to the afterlife or something?โ€ โ€œNeither,โ€ I said. โ€œYouโ€™ll be reincarnated.โ€ You followed along as we strolled in the void. โ€œWhere are we going?โ€ โ€œNowhere in particular,โ€ I said. โ€œItโ€™s just nice to walk while we talk.โ€ โ€œSo whatโ€™s the point, then?โ€ You asked. โ€œWhen I get reborn, Iโ€™ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life wonโ€™t matter.โ€ โ€œNot so!โ€ I said. โ€œYou have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just donโ€™t remember them right now.โ€ I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. โ€œYour soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. Itโ€™s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if itโ€™s hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel and when you bring it back out, youโ€™ve gained all the experiences it had.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™ve been a human for the last 34 years, so you havenโ€™t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we stay out here for longer, youโ€™d start remembering everything. But thereโ€™s no point doing that between each life.โ€ โ€œHow many times have I been reincarnated, then?โ€ โ€œOh, lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives.โ€ I said. โ€œThis time around youโ€™ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D.โ€ โ€œWait, what?โ€ You stammered. โ€œYouโ€™re sending me back in time?โ€ โ€œWell, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.โ€ You pondered. โ€œBut wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?โ€ โ€œSure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan you donโ€™t even know itโ€™s happening.โ€ I looked in your eye. โ€œThe meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.โ€ โ€œYou mean mankind? You want us to mature?โ€ โ€œNo. just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellectโ€ โ€œJust me? What about everyone else?โ€ โ€œThere is no one else,โ€ I said. โ€œIn this universe, thereโ€™s just you, and me.โ€ You stared blankly at me. โ€œBut all the people on earthโ€ฆโ€ โ€œAll you. Different incarnations of you.โ€ โ€œWait. Iโ€™m everyone!?โ€ โ€œNow youโ€™re getting it.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m every human who ever lived?โ€ โ€œOr whom will ever live, yes.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m Abraham Lincoln?โ€ โ€œAnd youโ€™re John Wilkes Booth, too.โ€ I added. โ€œIโ€™m a criminal?โ€ you said, appalled. โ€œAnd youโ€™re the victims, too.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m a leader?โ€ โ€œAnd youโ€™re everyone who followed you.โ€ You fell silent. โ€œEvery time you victimized someone,โ€ I said, โ€œYou were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness youโ€™ve done, youโ€™ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€ You asked me. โ€œWhy do all this?โ€ โ€œBecause someday, you will become like me. Because thatโ€™s what you are. Youโ€™re one of my kind. Youโ€™re my child.โ€ โ€œWhoa.โ€ you said, incredulous. โ€œYou mean Iโ€™m a god?โ€ โ€œNo. Not yet. Youโ€™re as a fetus. Youโ€™re still growing. Once youโ€™ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.โ€ โ€œSo the whole universe,โ€ you said. โ€œItโ€™s justโ€ฆโ€ โ€œAn egg of sorts.โ€ I answered. โ€œNow itโ€™s time for you to move on to your next life.โ€ And with that, I sent you on your way. Credit: Andy Weir
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Averagebiker21 After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read "No, thanks honey, I'm full" However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me cake after dinner...
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Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 | I only go shopping at night The cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor. I find it easiest to get through my anxiety by avoiding eye contact with other people. Thatโ€™s why I only go shopping at night fewer people to avoid. โ€œDid you find everything okay?โ€ she asks casually. โ€œMm-hmm,โ€ I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up. The cashierโ€™s head is completely caved in on the left side. Probably a car accident. I snap my gaze back down towards the floor. After I pay she gives back my change in a hand so mangled Iโ€™m surprised it can hold anything at all. Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit. Immediately I see a man looking through magazines at the store front. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a hot dog that fell into a campfire. Burn victim. I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. Eventually I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my head is blown open in the back. Gunshot victim. Why did I ever wish for the power to see how people die? Credit to reddit user resistance1984
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The Wrong Room April 1, 2014 You get back to your apartment after a long day's work and you want to get inside and rest. You were about to pull out your keys and unlock the door, but you notice it's open ... The Wrong Room April 1, 2014 / Dark Comedy, Humor, and Parodies, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances / parodies / 2 minutes of reading Estimated reading time โ€” < 1 minute You get back to your apartment after a long dayโ€™s work and you want to get inside and rest. You were about to pull out your keys and unlock the door, but you notice itโ€™s open. Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, You notice something different. You stand in the doorway trying to figure it out. then it hits you. this isnโ€™t your room. As you turn and leave, something catches your eye. There is a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with prey. Red dripped down the side of his mouth, and the smell that emanated from it was sickening. You were paralysed by the sight. Unconsciously, you start cover your nose and mouth. This accidentally bumps your elbow against the doorway. You freeze. He stopped eating there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise. His eyes scanned the room till they found you. Your legs start moving on their own, and you find yourself running, running away from that room, and the horrors within it. ~~~ The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza, and mutters quietly to himself: โ€œCrazy vegansโ€. Credit To โ€“ Walrus King
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r/shortscarystories 8 hr. ago k_g_lewis The Shortest Date Ever โ€œWhy donโ€™t you go and grab us some drinks while I find us something to watch,โ€ Sheila said. โ€œOkay,โ€ Brett replied. He got up, went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Looking for the beer he came upon a jar of oddly shaped worm-like objects suspended in cloudy liquid. He picked it up. โ€œI forgot that was in there.โ€ Sheila had come into the kitchen and was looking over Brettโ€™s shoulder. โ€œWhat is it?โ€ Brett asked, bringing the jar closer to so he could better examine its contents. โ€œItโ€™s the lips of all the men who have lied to me,โ€ Sheila replied.
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r/shortscarystories 12 hr. ago Wellsong Mrs. Johnson's wise decision Stacy Johnson watched the five candles flicker on her cake with avid, fire-bright eyes, her round cheeks dimpling as her smile grew bigger and bigger. Three tiers of chocolate sponge, iced with swirling blue and pink buttercream and decorated with white chocolate buttons: the apogee of Mrs. Johnsonโ€™s baking efforts. Stacyโ€™s school friends bounced in their seats. Theyโ€™d played the games, theyโ€™d watched Stacy tear open her presents, and now it was time for the party to pay dividends. A few of them had had to be pulled back from reaching for the cake before the candles were even lit. โ€œMake a wish,โ€ Stacyโ€™s mum said, fumbling with the camera app on her phone. Stacy squeezed her eyes closed, an expression of reverent concentration wiping the dimples smooth. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest swellingโ€”and released the gathered air in one long whoosh. Mrs. Johnsonโ€™s index finger brushed the touchscreen of her phone. There was a soft click as the phone mimicked a shutter closing, half a second before the last candle went out. Then the electric lights went out too. It should have been bright outside, but only wispy twilight was seeping through the windows. All the children except the birthday girl made noises of alarm and consternation. โ€œI made my wish!โ€ Stacy declared, her voice cutting into the murmurs all around her. Mrs. Johnson opened her mouth to answer, but all she could manage was a soft croak as dark shapes erupted from the corners of the room, huge and twisted, and seized the children sitting around the table. The children screamed, their terror melding into a shuddering wall of sound, but there was nothing they could do to resist what was happening to them. The screams receded as they were torn away intoโ€”throughโ€”the floor and the walls and the ceiling by the shadowy creatures, until the dark was silent and peaceful and empty again. The light came back as quickly as it had disappeared, flicking the room back to normalcy in an instant. Midday sun swept across the balloons and the banners and the cake and Stacy Johnsonโ€™s pleased hungry expression. But all the other children were gone, as if theyโ€™d never been part of the scene at all. โ€œNow the cakeโ€™s all for me,โ€ said Stacy, dimpling anew. โ€œUnlessโ€ฆdo you want some, Mummy?โ€
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The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time โ€” < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
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MAR 01 In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police. When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been where the envelope was addressed to. And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply โ€œThis is the last one I am sending you today.โ€.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago spenceyfresh As death came for him, his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything his birth, his trip home and the blank look in his mothers eyes as she forcefully held him under the bathtub's water.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago Switch_B My AI has been writing a ton of these two sentence horror stories lately. Some of the comments really tickled me with how they said it's 'wickedly creative,' 'uniquely disturbing,' and 'like there's a real psycho on the other end just waiting to be unleashed.'
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r/TwoSentenceHorror Deiun ...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop which is just the thing, because that's what...
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 23 hr. ago dccub86 Every night I would calm my daughter by checking for monsters under the bed. Tonight she told me I didnโ€™t have to check anymore, as blood trickled across the floor.
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r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago GuyAwks Join Name of the Shame I was named after my parentโ€™s best friend. I never used to have an issue with this. I do now. The name Xavior mightโ€™ve been an uncommon choice for a boy. But it held special meaning to my parents, who insisted on naming their first son after a dear family friend who had always come through for them. After all, it was Xavior whoโ€™d first introduced them in college. It was he who spoke at their wedding. And it was he that helped them move into their home, gave them rides when their car broke down and babysat in emergencies. My parents said naming me after him was honor. Growing up, I only ever felt to be proud to be named after such a great guy. Uncle Xavior was a good-natured community figure and beloved family man. He imbued the name with a sense of warmth and generosity, and because of it, I happily told people my naอ me. Thatโ€™s why itโ€™s such a shame that he did what he went on to do. One ordinary July morning, Xavior got out of bed, picked up a kn1fe and proceeded to butcher his entฤฑre family. He then got into his car, drฮนve into town and continued his kฤฑlling spree. A total of 32 people were kฤฑlled in his murderous rampage before he was finally shot dead by the polฤฑce. The tragedy instantly made national news as one of the most violent spree killings in our stateโ€™s history. The man whoโ€™d been a second father to me was now one of the most infamous kรฏlล‚ers in the US. Ever since that day, being named after Xavior Finch had a very different meaning. Instead of a blessing, it was now my cรปrsรชd. Jeers of โ€œExterminator Xaviorโ€ or โ€œXavior the Chฤฑld Slayerโ€ or โ€œX marks the Mรผrdererโ€ were now constantly lobbed my way at school by other teens, just because of naอ me. Even when I tried to adopt nicknames or use initials, it didnโ€™t make any diffรฉrent to the hostility I received. Whenever I gave my name to people, theyโ€™d clarify โ€œLike the rampage kฤฑller?โ€ or just reflexively cringe at the reminder. I hated it. There was no denying that, at least where I lived, the name was completely tainted. So, after all these years of derisive comments and comparisons, Iโ€™m glad to finally be legally changing my name. I havenโ€™t settled on what itโ€™ll be yet. Anything that doesnโ€™t conjure up images of the notorious convict. I refuse to lฤฑve in the shadows of Xavior Finchโ€™s crฤฑmes any longer. No, I want the killings Iโ€™m going to commฤฑt to speak for themselves. Iโ€™m gonna make a name for myself as a criminalโ€”not be overshadowed by my namesake. Sharing a name with an infamous serial killer is unacceptable, when youโ€™re to be future infamous mass kฤฑller.
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Leon Czolgosz March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time โ€” < 1 minute Leon Czolgosz, the assassin of William McKinley (the 25th President of the United States) was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
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March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time โ€” < 1 minute The assassin of William McKinley, 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
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A soldier called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know" the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identily the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
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Mother Warned Me Mother always warned me not to cross the street. Mother warned me about those types of things. She said bad men would kidnap me, take me away. I guess she was right, in a way. I crossed one day, because I was never a good child, and several men came out and picked me up and asked me many questions. I donโ€™t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I donโ€™t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I donโ€™t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them. I donโ€™t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, Iโ€™ll never know why she made me call her Mother.
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้–‹ๅญธๆ—ฅ ๆฏๅ€‹ไบบ้ƒฝๅ–œๆญกไธŠๅญธ็š„็ฌฌไธ€ๅคฉ๏ผŒๅฐๅง๏ผŸๆ–ฐ็š„ไธ€ๅนด๏ผŒๆ–ฐ็š„่ชฒ็จ‹๏ผŒๆ–ฐ็š„ๆœ‹ๅ‹ใ€‚ๅœจ็พๅฏฆ ไธญ็š„ๆฒˆๆ‚ถ็ ดๅฃžๆ‰€ๆœ‰ๆจ‚่ถฃไน‹ๅ‰๏ผŒ้–‹ๅญธๆ—ฅๆ˜ฏๅ……ๆปฟๆฝ›ๅŠ›่ˆ‡ๅธŒๆœ›็š„ไธ€ๅคฉใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๅ–œๆญก้–‹ๅญธๆ—ฅๆœ‰ๅนพ็จฎๅŽŸๅ› ๏ผŒไพ‹ๅฆ‚๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๆœ‰ไธ€็จฎๅŠ›้‡๏ผŒ็•ถๆˆ‘็œ‹่‘—ๅˆฅไบบๆ™‚๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅฏ ไปฅโ€ฆโ€ฆๆ„Ÿ่ฆบๅˆฐไป–ๅ€‘ๅ‘จๅœๆœ‰็จฎๅ…‰๏ผŒๆ˜ฏๅ€‹ๅฝฉ่‰ฒ็š„่ผชๅป“๏ผŒ่ƒฝ้กฏ็คบ้€™ๅ€‹ไบบใ€Œ้‚„่ƒฝๆดปๅคšไน…ใ€ใ€‚ ๆˆ‘้‡ๅˆฐ็š„ๅคงๅคšๆ•ธๅ’Œๆˆ‘ๅนด้ฝก็›ธไปฟ็š„ไบบ้ƒฝ่ขซไธ€็จฎ็ด”็ถ ่‰ฒ็š„่‰ฒ่ชฟๅŒ…ๅœ๏ผŒ้€™ๆ„ๅ‘ณ่‘—ไป–ๅ€‘ ้‚„ๆœ‰่จฑๅคš้ค˜ๅ‘ฝใ€‚ ๆœ‰ไธ€ไบ›ไบบ็š„ๅ…‰็’ฐๆ˜ฏ้ปƒ่‰ฒๆˆ–ๆฉ™่‰ฒ๏ผŒ้€™ๅพ€ๅพ€ๆ„ๅ‘ณ่‘—่ปŠ็ฆๆˆ–ๅ…ถไป–ๆ‚ฒๅŠ‡ใ€‚ ็œŸๆญฃๆœ‰่ถฃ็š„ๆ˜ฏ็•ถไป–ๅ€‘็š„ๅ…‰็’ฐ้€ฒๅ…ฅๅ…‰่ญœ็š„็ด…่‰ฒ็ซฏๆ™‚ใ€‚ๆœ‰ๆ™‚๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๆœƒ็œ‹ๅˆฐๆŸไบ›ไบบ็ฅžไผผ ่กŒ่ตฐ็š„็ด…็‡ˆ๏ผŒ้€™ไบ›้ƒฝๆ˜ฏ่ขซ่ฌ€ๆฎบๆˆ–่‡ชๆฎบ็š„ไบบใ€‚ ็œ‹่‘—ไป–ๅ€‘๏ผŒ็Ÿฅ้“ไป–ๅ€‘ๆ™‚ๆ—ฅไธๅคš๏ผŒๅฏ็œŸ่ฎ“ไบบ่‘—ๆ€ฅใ€‚ ่€ƒๆ…ฎๅˆฐ้€™้ปž๏ผŒๆˆ‘็ธฝๆ˜ฏๅพˆๆ—ฉๅˆฐๆ•™ๅฎค๏ผŒ้€™ๆจฃๆˆ‘ๅฐฑ่ƒฝๅตๅฏŸๅŒๅญธ็š„ๅ‘ฝ้‹ใ€‚ ็ฌฌไธ€ๅ€‹่ตฐ้€ฒไพ†็š„ๅญฉๅญๆธพ่บซๆ•ฃ็™ผ่‘—็ด…่‰ฒๅ…‰่Š’ใ€‚ๆˆ‘ๅœจๅฟƒ่ฃกๅ˜ป็ฌ‘ๅœฐ่ชช๏ผšๅคช็ณŸ็ณ•ไบ†๏ผŒๅ…„ ๅผŸใ€‚ไฝ†้šจ่‘—ไบบๅ€‘ไธๆ–ท่ตฐ้€ฒๆ•™ๅฎค๏ผŒไป–ๅ€‘้ƒฝๆœ‰่‘—ๅŒๆจฃๅผท็ƒˆ็š„ๅ…‰่Š’ใ€‚ๆœ€็ต‚๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅœจ็ช—ๆˆถ ไธŠ็žฅ่ฆ‹ไบ†ๆˆ‘็š„็Žซ็‘ฐ่‰ฒๅ€’ๅฝฑ๏ผ›ไฝ†ๆˆ‘้ฉšๅ‘†ไบ†๏ผŒไธๆ•ขๅ‹•ไธ€ๆ นๆฑ—ๆฏ›ใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็š„ๆ•™ๆŽˆ่ตฐไบ†้€ฒไพ†๏ผŒ้Ž–ไธŠไบ†้–€๏ผŒไป–็š„ๅ…‰็’ฐๆ˜ฏไปคไบบไฝœๅ˜”็š„็ถ ่‰ฒใ€‚ ๅŽŸๆ–‡ไฝœ่€…๏ผšZenryhao
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้€™ไธๆ˜ฏไฝ ่ฉฒๆ’•้–‹็š„ใ€Žๅฃ็ด™ใ€ ๆ˜ŸๆœŸไธ€๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๆƒณๅ‡บไบ†ไธ€ๅ€‹ๅฎŒ็พŽ่จˆๅŠƒ๏ผŒ็”š่‡ณๆฒ’ๆœ‰ไบบ็Ÿฅ้“ๆˆ‘ๅ’Œไป–ๆ˜ฏๆœ‹ๅ‹ใ€‚ๆ˜ŸๆœŸไบŒ๏ผŒไป– ๅพžไป–็ˆถ่ฆช้‚ฃๅ…’ๅทไบ†ๆงใ€‚ๆ˜ŸๆœŸไธ‰๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ๆฑบๅฎšๅœจ็ฌฌไบŒๅคฉ็š„ๅ‹•ๅ“กๅคงๆœƒๆŽกๅ–่กŒๅ‹•ใ€‚ๆ˜ŸๆœŸ ๅ››๏ผŒ็•ถๆ•ดๅ€‹ๅญธๆ ก็š„ๅธซ็”Ÿ้ƒฝๅœจ้ซ”่‚ฒ้คจๆ™‚๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ๅฐฑๅœจ้–€ๅค–็ญ‰่‘—ใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๅฐ‡็”จๆงๆŒ‡่‘—ๅพž้ซ”่‚ฒ้คจๅ…ˆ่ตฐๅ‡บไพ†็š„ไบบใ€‚็„ถๅพŒ๏ผŒไป–ๅฐ‡ๆ‹ฟ่‘—ๆง๏ผŒ้€ฒๅ…ฅ้ซ”่‚ฒ้คจ็ˆ†็ ดใ€‚ ๆˆ‘่ตฐๅˆฐ่ผ”ๅฐŽๅ“กๅฅŽๆฉๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ้ขๅ‰๏ผŒๆœไป–็š„่‡‰้–‹ไบ†ไธ‰ๆง๏ผŒๆœ€็ต‚๏ผŒไป–ๅพ€ๅพŒ่ทŒๅ…ฅ้ซ”่‚ฒ้คจ ๅ…ง๏ผŒๅฅ„ๅฅ„ไธ€ๆฏใ€‚ ๆง่ฒ้œ‡่€ณๆฌฒ่พ๏ผŒ็ฆฎๅ ‚ๅ‚ณไพ†ๅฐ–ๅซ่ฒ๏ผ›ไธ้Ž๏ผŒ้‚„ๆฒ’ๆœ‰ไบบ็™ผ็พๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๆŠŠๆง้ž็ตฆไป–๏ผŒไฝŽ่ฒ่ชช๏ผšโ€ๅˆฐไฝ ไบ†ใ€‚โ€ ไป–่ท‘้€ฒ้ซ”่‚ฒ้คจ๏ผŒ้–‹ๅง‹ๅฐ„ๆ“Š๏ผŒ่€Œๆˆ‘็ทŠ้šจๅ…ถๅพŒใ€‚ ไป–ๅฐšๆœชๆ“Šไธญไปปไฝ•ไบบใ€‚ๅญฉๅญๅ€‘้ƒฝ็ˆญๅ…ˆๆๅพŒๅœฐ่บฒ่ตทไพ†ใ€‚้€™ๆ˜ฏไธ€ๅ ดๆททไบ‚ใ€‚ ๆˆ‘่ท‘ๅˆฐไป–่บซๅพŒ๏ผŒๆŠŠไป–ๆ’ฒๅ€’๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ๆ‰ญๆ‰“ๅœจไธ€่ตทใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๅพžไป–ๆ‰‹ไธญๅฅชไธ‹ๆง๏ผŒๆŠŠๆงๅฐๆบ–ไป–๏ผŒ็„ถๅพŒๅฅช่ตฐไป–็š„ๅ‘ฝใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๆˆๅŠŸๅฐๅฃไบ†ใ€‚ ๆ˜ŸๆœŸไบ”๏ผŒๆˆ‘่ขซ่ญฝ็‚บ่‹ฑ้›„๏ผŒ้€™็š„็ขบๆ˜ฏไธ€ๅ€‹ๅฎŒ็พŽ็š„่จˆๅŠƒใ€‚ ๅŽŸๆ–‡ไฝœ่€…๏ผšHuntfrog
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ไธ€็”Ÿไธญๆœ€ๅนธ็ฆ็š„ไธ€ๅคฉ ๆˆ‘็œ‹่‘—ๅณๅฐ‡ๆˆ็‚บๅฒณ็ˆถ็š„ไบบๆก่‘—ไป–ๅฅณๅ…’็š„ๆ‰‹็ฉฟ่ถŠ่ตฐ้“๏ผŒ็•ถๅ็‚บใ€Œๅฉš็ฆฎ้€ฒ่กŒๆ›ฒใ€็š„ ่ƒŒๆ™ฏ้Ÿณๆจ‚้Ÿฟ่ตท๏ผŒไป–็š„่‡‰ไธŠๆœ‰ๆทš็ ๆป‘่ฝ็š„็—•่ทกใ€‚ ๆˆ‘ๆƒณ้€™ๆ˜ฏๅ› ็‚บ้€™ๆ้†’ไบ†ไป–๏ผŒๅนพๅˆ†้˜ๅพŒ๏ผŒไป–ๅฐ‡็œ‹่‘—ๆˆ‘็‰ฝ่‘—ไป–ๅฅณๅ…’็š„ๆ‰‹๏ผŒ็‚บๅฅนๆˆดไธŠๆˆ’ๆŒ‡ใ€‚ ไป–่ตฐไธŠ็ฅญๅฃ‡๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๆก่‘—ๅฅน็š„ๆ‰‹๏ผŒ็ฌ‘ๅพ—ๅˆไธๆ”ๅ˜ด๏ผŒ้€™ๆ˜ฏๆˆ‘ไธ€็”Ÿไธญๆœ€ๅนธ็ฆ็š„ไธ€ๅคฉใ€‚ ๆ–ฐๅจ˜็š„็ˆถ่ฆช่ทชๅœจๅœฐไธŠ๏ผŒ้–‹ๅง‹ๅ“€ๆฑ‚๏ผšใ€Œๆฑ‚ไฝ ไบ†๏ผŒๆˆ‘ๅทฒ็ถ“ๆŒ‰ไฝ ็š„่ฆๆฑ‚ๅšไบ†๏ผŒๆ‹œ่จ—ๆŠŠ ๆˆ‘็š„ๅฅณๅ…’้‚„็ตฆๆˆ‘ใ€‚ใ€ ๆˆ‘็žชไบ†ไป–ไธ€็œผ๏ผšใ€Œ้–‰ๅ˜ด๏ผŒๅˆฅๅ†็ ดๅฃž้€™ไธ€ๅˆปไบ†ใ€‚ๅฆ‚ๆžœไฝ ๅไธ‹ไพ†ไบซๅ—ๅ„€ๅผ๏ผŒไนŸ่จฑๆˆ‘ ๆœƒๅ‘Š่จดไฝ ๅฅน่บซ้ซ”็š„ๅ…ถไป–้ƒจๅˆ†่—ๅœจๅ“ช่ฃกใ€‚ใ€ ๅŽŸๆ–‡ไฝœ่€…๏ผšrecludus
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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago Perfect__Nightmare Someone broke into our home It was every family's nightmare. My wife and I had the day off work, and we had taken our son out for lunch and some family bonding time. But as we approached our home, something felt off. I had a growing sense of dread the closer we got. As our house came into view, I could see that the front door was wide open. Someone had broken into our home. I told my family to wait outside, in case the intruder was still inside. They obliged, and I slowly and silently made my way through our house. As I stepped into the living room, I saw broken furniture, nothing in its correct place, just utter chaos. Was this person looking for something? Did they have malicious intent? Why our home? Why us? Next, I walked to our kitchen. The fridge had been emptied. Dishes and food were thrown all over the room. What kind of person had broken into our home? A homeless person who just needed food? If so, why had they destroyed the living room? That's when I heard it. Footsteps in the bedroom. The intruder was still in our house. I took a brief moment to be grateful that I had asked my wife and son to wait outside. It was impossible to decipher this person's motives so far. But I was about to come face to face with the person that forcefully entered our home. And I would demand answers. I crept toward the bedroom slowly, slowly. I approached the door, and focused on the sliver of light slipping through the crack. I could see faint shadows dancing in the light. I raised my hand, placed it against the door, and took a deep breath, readying myself for whatever may be on the other side. I pushed the door open and stepped through the threshold with authority. I couldn't believe my eyes. I actually rubbed my hands over them, thinking I was imagining things. There, in my son's bed, was a young girl with curly blonde hair. She stared at me with wide eyes. She must have been terrified. I must have been a few feet taller and at least 100 pounds heavier than her. I must have been a sight to see for that little girl. But she should have considered that before breaking into my home. I called my wife and son to see what I found. "Is that a human, Papa?" "Why yes it is, Baby Bear. That's dinner."
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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 2 days ago KindaNotSmart The Daily Call Growing old is lonely. Iโ€™m 72, and most days, itโ€™s just me and the silence. Children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews - they all loved spending time with me when they were young. But life gets busy, and eventually, they just donโ€™t have time for someone old and boring. I get it, I really do. But not my son. At 33, he never drifted away. He calls me every single day, without fail. Our daily phone call. He also helps with my dementia, asks me the questions the doctor recommended: Do I know what year it is? What country we live in? My name? Age? Address? Itโ€™s supposedly to keep my mรญnd sharp. Lately, though, somethingโ€™s been off about our calls. Could be my dementia, but sometimes I hear strange nรณise in the background - static, distant voices, whispers. He says itโ€™s just a bad connection or blames the TV. For the past three weeks, my son has been plannฤฑng to visit me. Iโ€™m in Missouri, and heโ€™s out in California, so itโ€™s not easy. But todayโ€™s the day. Heโ€™s on his way. And as always, even though heโ€™s coming to see me, we had our daily call. We went throuฤฃh the usual questions. My name, my age, my address. Then I got anฬงotheฬทr call, so I put him on hold. โ€œMaโ€™am, this is Officer Roberts with the Los Angeles Polฤฑce Department. Iโ€™m sorry to call you like this, but we need to speak with you about your son. Weโ€™ve been trying to reach his next of kin.โ€ โ€œWhatโ€™s going on, Officer? Is he in some kind of trouble?โ€ There was a pause, like he was choosing his words carefully. โ€œIโ€™m afraid itโ€™s more serious than that. Iโ€™m sorry you have to find out like this, but we just got the testฬ• back. Weโ€™re finding out the same time as you. Iโ€™m afraid your sonโ€™s bรธdy was found three weeks ago.โ€ โ€œNo, thatโ€™s not possible. Iโ€™ve been talking to him every day. Heโ€™s on the other line right now - heโ€™s coming to visit me.โ€ โ€œMaโ€™am, unfortunately itโ€™s true. The DNA test was conclusive. If youโ€™ve been talking with anybody, please be aware that the person youโ€™re speaking to isnโ€™t your son.โ€ My confusion turned to a cold, gripping fear. I hung up on the officer, my hand shaking, and switched back to the line with my sฦกn. I couldnโ€™t speak, just held the phone to my ear in stunned silence. There was no sound, just heavy breathฤฑng on the other end. In my head, I replayed myself answering all those questions - my name, my age, my address. And then, just as the panic set in, the silence was shattered by a knock on my door. My bedroom door. The voฤฑce on the phone, now low and distorted, whispered, โ€œI'm hereา‰, MoM.โ€ The line went dead.
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benevola โ€ข 2y ago I like making my main character vulnerable and that usually means hurting him. Heโ€™s a pretty tightly-wound guy and I like to show him with his guard down. Plus the comfort part is usually so satisfying to write.
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Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dฤฑe. They hung him, and left before he was even deแผ€d. I was the one that saw the lรญfe leave his eyes, saw the paฤฑn and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lรญfe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
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โ–’โ–’โ–„โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–’โ–’โ–’ โ–’โ–โ–‘โ–„โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–„โ–‘โ–Œโ–’โ–’โ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–’ โ–’โ–โ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–Œโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’ โ–’โ–’โ–€โ–„โ–‘โ•โ–‘โ–„โ–€โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’ โ–’โ–’โ–โ–‘โ–€โ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–Œโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’
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ส™สŸษชแด›แดขแด‡ษดแด‹ส€ษชแด‡ษข2194 โ€ข 1 สส€. แด€ษขแด Tสœแด‡ แดแดษดsแด›แด‡ส€ แดœษดแด…แด‡ส€ แด›สœแด‡ ส™แด‡แด… แด˜แดแด‹แด‡แด… ษชs สœแด‡แด€แด… แดแดœแด› แด€s แด›สœแด‡ แด„สœษชสŸแด…'s า“แด€แด›สœแด‡ส€ แด‡ษดแด›แด‡ส€แด‡แด… แด›สœแด‡ ส€แดแดแด. "Dแดษด'แด› แดกแดส€ส€ส," แด›สœแด‡ แดแดษดsแด›แด‡ส€ แดกสœษชsแด˜แด‡ส€แด‡แด…, "สœแด‡ แดกแดษด'แด› สœแดœส€แด› สแดแดœ แด€ษขแด€ษชษด."
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ–„ โ”€โ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–„โ–‘โ–€โ–„ โ”€โ–ˆโ–‘โ–ˆโ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–ˆ โ”€โ–ˆโ–‘โ–€โ–„โ–„โ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–€ โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€
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โ•”โ•โ•โ•—โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ•”โ•ฆโ•—โ–‘โ–‘โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•— โ•‘โ•šโ•โ•ฌโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•ฌโ•ฃโ• โ•โ•—โ•‘โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ•‘ โ• โ•โ•—โ•‘โ•”โ•—โ•”โ•—โ•‘โ•‘โ•‘โ•ฉโ•ฃโ•‘โ•šโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•‘ โ•šโ•โ•โ•ฉโ•โ•šโ•โ•šโ•ฉโ•ฉโ•ฉโ•โ•โ•šโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•
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โ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ”ผโ”ผโ”ผ โ”ผโ•”โ•โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–„โ–‘โ–‘โ–„โ–“โ”ผโ”ผ โ”ผโ–€โ”ผโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–’โ”€โ”€โ–’โ–“โ–“โ”ผ โ”ผโ”ผโ”ผโ–’โ–Œโ–’โ–โ”ผโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ”ผโ”ผโ”ผ
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โ–„โ–„โ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„ โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–‘โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–„ โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€
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โ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ–‘โ–‘โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–“โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–‘โ–€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–’โ–“โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–“โ–‘โ–‘โ–“โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆ
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃถโฃถโฃถโก€โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โฃ€ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃดโฃถโฃถโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‰โ ‰โ ‰ โ €โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ € โขธโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‰โ €โ ˆโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ € โขนโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก€โ €โ €โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ € โ ˆโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ ™โ ปโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–Œ โ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–„โ–Œ โ–โ”€โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–€โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ–โ–€โ–Œโ–€โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ–€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–Œโ”€โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ–Œ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ”€โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ–โ–Œโ–ˆ
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หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ .ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ .ใ€€ใ€€ หš แœŠ i choose to stop apologising for being me แœŠ i radiate confidence, balance and inner harmony แœŠ i am so pretty and i love myself แœŠ i love my body and all it does for me แœŠ i am worthy of love and good things แœŠ i attract wonderful people into my life แœŠ i do not compare myself to other people แœŠ i feel beautiful and confident with my body แœŠ i will stop worrying about everything แœŠ i am becoming more at-ease with myself แœŠ i will take things on with a gentle approach หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ .ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ .ใ€€ใ€€ หš
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โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–โ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–Œ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–Œโ–„โ–Œโ–„โ–โ–โ–Œโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–Œโ–€โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–Œโ–„โ–Œโ–„โ–โ–โ–Œโ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–Œ โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€
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โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–Œ โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ–Œ โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–Œ โ–„โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–ˆโ–’โ–โ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–„โ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–Œโ–’โ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„ โ–Œโ–Œโ–Œโ–Œโ–โ–’โ–„โ–Œโ–‘โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–‘โ–โ–„โ–’โ–Œโ–โ–โ–โ–
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–ˆ โ”€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ–ˆโ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆ โ”€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–€
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„ โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ–„โ–ˆ โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ–„โ–ˆโ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„ โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–„ โ–โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–Œ โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ•”โ•—โ•”โ•โ•ฆโ•โ•ฆโ•โ•ฆโ•โ•—โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ•‘โ• โ•ฃโ•ฌโ• โ•—โ•‘โ•”โ•ฃโ•ฉโ•ฃโ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆ โ–โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ•šโ•โ•ฉโ•โ•โ•šโ•โ•โ•šโ•โ•โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–Œ โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–’โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–ˆโ–“โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€
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๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค
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โ”€โ–„โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„ โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–„โ–„โ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–„โ–€โ–‘โ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–„โ–„โ–‘โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–€โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–‘โ–‘โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–€โ–€โ–‘โ–ˆ โ”€โ–€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–„โ–€
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ใ€€ใ€€ หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . you are bigger than what is making you anxious ใ€€ใ€€ หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ . โœงใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€หš ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ .
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๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’† : to heal from things you donโ€™t talk about to take some time for yourself to be treated nicely and with respect so many flowers a peaceful and joyful life to have supportive people in your life more than you can ever imagine
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ”€โ–„โ–€โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–€โ–„โ”€โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–Œโ–€โ–„โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–„โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–€โ–โ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ–€โ–€โ”€โ”€โ–€โ–€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–Œโ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ”€โ–โ–Œโ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–„โ”€โ”€
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ–„ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„ โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„ โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–€โ–„
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Cool name designs โ˜พ.โœดหšห–โบโœฆ{name}โœฆห™โŠนหšโœดโ˜ฝ โ˜•๐Ÿงธโ™•- (insert name)-โ˜•๐Ÿงธโ™• *เฉˆโœฉ โ˜โ˜พ Your Name โ˜ฝโ˜ โœงเผบ โ€โ™งโ˜†โโ˜โ™ฅโˆž ๏ธ(๐‘พ๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†)โˆžโ™ฅ๏ธโ˜โโ˜† ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ‘˜~๐ŸฅYour name๐Ÿฅ~๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿ’ฎ๐ŸŽ€ โ™ก๐Ÿฆ‹l (insert name) lโ™ก๐Ÿฆ‹ ๐ŸŒป โ–ซ โ˜ (text) โ˜ โ–ซ ๐ŸŒป ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿงธ๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฉ-(insert name here)-๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿงธ๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฉ ห—หห‹โ€ {Text} โ€ หŽหŠห— ๐Ÿ“‡
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@KarmaticIrony โ€ข 3y ago โ€ข Going to sleep is like putting a computer on standby mode. The lights aren't on but everything is working and ready to turn back on. In fact some processes are probably running in the background. Getting koncked out is like pulling the computer's power cable out of the wall. Things are not working correctly and there is a risk of serious lasting damage or maybe even total system failure. Even in the best case scenario, booting back up will take longer than from standby.
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โ•ฅโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ญโ”โ”โ•ฎโ”โ”โ”ณ โ•ขโ•ญโ•ฎโ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ซโ”ƒโ–‹โ–‹โ”โ–…โ”ฃ โ•ขโ”ƒโ•ฐโ”ซโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ƒโ”ƒโ”ˆโ”ˆโ•ฐโ”ซโ”ฃ โ•ขโ•ฐโ”โ”ซโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ•ฐโ•ฏโ•ฐโ”ณโ”โ•ฏโ”ฃ โ•ขโ”Šโ”Šโ”ƒโ”โ”ณโ”ณโ”โ”โ”“โ”โ”ณโ”ซโ”Šโ”Šโ”ฃ โ•จโ”โ”โ”—โ”›โ”—โ”›โ”โ”โ”—โ”›โ”—โ”›โ”โ”โ”ป
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โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ–ˆโ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–€โ–€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ”€โ–€โ–€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–€โ”€โ–€โ–€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆ โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–„โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–€ โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
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Americaโ€™s Top 5 Spooky Spots for Horror Enthusiasts February 17, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time โ€” 3 minutes How many times have you tried to find a place in the US that will raise your hair up and fill you with adrenaline? If youโ€™re the kind of person who loves to take part in horror adventures, then you should know that America is full of spooky places, like dark cemeteries, abandoned mansions, and dark towns. The only thing youโ€™ve left to do to satisfy your horror cravings is to choose the most suitable one for your needs and plan your next trip. The 5 spooky places in America that weโ€™re about to list and discuss will indeed fascinate every horror enthusiast. Table of Contents 1. Bonaventure Cemetery 2. Lemp Mansion 3. Ballyโ€™s Resort and Casino 4. Gettysburg National Military Park 5. Clinton Road Final Thoughts 1. Bonaventure Cemetery At first glance, you might think that Bonaventure is just another cemetery that might attract horror lovers at times. But trust us, you actually need to prepare yourself before you see the centuries-old tombstones that surround this historic site in Savannah, Georgia. Bonaventure Cemetery is an ancient, historic district that was once a privately owned cemetery. Even though this site attracts tourists with its beautiful nature and architecture, to this day, multiple people have reported unusual occurrences, such as the sounds of children and barking dogs, even when no one is around. As visitors claim, you should definitely consider going around the graves of Gracie Watson or Kehoe House โ€“ children who died in the 19th century but whose ghosts never left the Bonaventure Cemetery. 2. Lemp Mansion Besides cemeteries and battlefields, you can find numerous mansions and old houses in America that are considered haunted. Lemp Mansion in St. Louis, MO, is one of those mansions that still fascinates visitors with its eerie atmosphere. The main reason why this house is considered haunted is the history behind it โ€“ the tragic death of the Lemp family over 60 years ago. Almost a century ago, Lemps were important figures in the brewing industry. In the 1920s, the business began to decline. Not surprisingly for that period, this downturn made a few family members commit suicide. The first one among them was William Lemp who was followed by his son Billy. His brother, Charles, did the same later, along with a 13-year-old physically and mentally disabled brother. Today, Lemp Mansion is an inn and a restaurant and its visitors sometimes encounter the spirits of these 4 dead members of the Lemp family. 3. Ballyโ€™s Resort and Casino If someone asks you to name some of the most popular attractions in Las Vegas, chances are that youโ€™ll name Ballyโ€™s Resort and Casino if youโ€™ve ever gambled in this building. Everyone knows that Las Vegas is full of casinos and entertainment venues. But it turns out that horror enthusiasts either take pleasure in playing thrilling real casino games online or gamble at physical casinos that have a reputation for being haunted. Ballyโ€™s Resort and Casino is one of those haunted places in America. This casino was initially known as MGM Grand in the 1970s and attracted wealthy people from all over the US. But this was before a terrible incident happened โ€“ in 1980, faulty wiring started a fire in the building, which resulted in the deaths of 80 individuals. Today, visitors to this casino claim that from time to time they hear spooky noises and notice the spirits of the people who died on that day. Thatโ€™s why Ballyโ€™s Resort and Casino is considered haunted. 4. Gettysburg National Military Park Considering the number of people who died at the Battle of Gettysburg during the American Civil War, itโ€™s not really surprising that the National Military Park of Gettysburg is said to be haunted by the ghosts of soldiers. As a matter of fact, the Gettysburg National Military Park consists of numerous spots where paranormal activities occasionally take place. For example, there, you might encounter three disembodied heads. These hands belong to Confederate soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield. But other than these figures, sometimes you can even hear gunfire, shouts, and even the cries of wounded men. 5. Clinton Road One more scary place in America that usually fascinates horror lovers of various preferences is Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey. Itโ€™s a 10-mile-long road that isnโ€™t anything special at first glance. However, the legend says that if you decide to race on this road, chances are that you wonโ€™t escape evil spirits and phantom headlights. Even more exciting about this haunted place is the rumor that after throwing a coin into the bridge at midnight, someone will throw this coin back at you. Itโ€™s hard to decide whether itโ€™s true or not, but if you dare to explore this place, throwing a coin is worth it. Just remember to do it exactly at midnight. Final Thoughts It wasnโ€™t easy for us to choose only 5 haunted spots for horror enthusiasts who plan their ghost-haunting trip in America. But at least, now you have a starting point for your adventure. Just keep in mind that although you might consider yourself brave enough to explore these eerie locations, we donโ€™t recommend going to those spooky places alone. Who knows, maybe those ghosts are actually waiting for a brave person who can become a part of their company.
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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "Stรฃbbing." Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went. The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered. Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops. My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying. One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?" I did. Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school. The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water. Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me: "He wasโ€ฆmy partnerโ€ฆmy soulmate." While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room. "Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?" She hesitated. "Honey, you know you can talk to me." She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy." My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant. Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said. My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cรปrsรชd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dฤ“vฤฑl childโ€” I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lฤฏfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter. My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked. He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her houseโ€ฆher house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape." That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?" The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speakโ€”no, to screamโ€”but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."
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Guerrero de Dios KMApok "ยฟSi Dios existe, ยฟpor quรฉ hay tanto mal en el mundo?" Es una pregunta comรบn, pero estรก fuera de lugar. Todas las cosas deben tener equilibrio. Luz y oscuridad. Bien y mal. Sonido y silencio. Sin uno, el otro no puede existir. "ยฟEntonces, si eso es cierto, Dios NO HACE NADA para luchar contra el mal?" Esa podrรญa ser tu siguiente pregunta. Por supuesto que lucha contra el mal. Implacablemente. Yo soy Dartalian, uno de sus รกngeles mรกs santos y justos. Recorro la Tierra, eliminando el mal dondequiera que lo encuentre. Mato a los monstruos de los que nunca quieres saber. Los aplasto por completo para que puedas dormir por la noche. Ustedes, los humanos, no tienen idea de cuรกntos de ustedes viven gracias al trabajo que hago. "ยฟPero quรฉ pasa con Stalin? ยฟHรฎtler? ยฟTed Bundy? ยฟJack el Destripador?" Bueno, esos son los menores que tuve que dejar vivir. Por equilibrio. Los que destruyo son... demasiado horribles y viles para sobrevivir. Lo curioso es que, aunque apostarรญa a que nunca has oรญdo el nombre Dartalian en ningรบn texto religioso, apuesto a que has oรญdo hablar de mรญ. Los estadounidenses, por ejemplo, tienen su propio nombre para mรญ. Sรญndrome de Muerte Sรบbita del Lactante
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There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.
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Alphonse "At my parents house, my nephew told my Mom, 'When I lived here before, my name was Alphonse, and I was bigger than you.' My stepdad just kind of blinked and said, 'Hmm, that was my grandfather's name, but we don't talk about him.'"
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A Curious Warning โ€ข March 6 2015 โ€ข RusticEyesore Last night, as I was sitting in my living room and watching a little TV before bed, I heard a strange noise. It was a slow, drawn out scraping across the hardwood floor. Confused, I searched for the source of the sound; and I found it immediately. Someone had a slipped a small, folded note under the door. "What the..?" More curious than anything, I approached the note slowly. I knelt down cautiously and picked up the strange paper. On it were only five words, scrawled on in a crude, messy fashion: "Get out. He is coming." I didn't pause to consider the meaning of the note, however, as I immediately realized there was something very, very wrong with this situation: The note had come from under the closet door.
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The Growths May 12, 2008 / Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness / anonymously authored / 2 minutes of reading Estimated reading time โ€” 2 minutes Iโ€™d had them ever since I was a kid. I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back. I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since theyโ€™d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better. I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail; trying to get them off was always a lost cause because I couldnโ€™t continue once the pain kicked in. But today was different. Itโ€™s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of drink. I was originally planning to use sharps, but figured that trying to slice through the tough growths would be too arduous in my state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B. I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue, couldnโ€™t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of tranceโ€“ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange formations. I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was workingโ€“I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassmentโ€“all of those horrible things were now nothing more... Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growthsโ€“well, five down, and five to go!
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Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
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The Answers As I lived my life, I had always pondered on the mysteries of the universe. I wondered what it all meant, why we were all here, and what lie beyond. That was the reason I became a scientist. I slaved over my work trying to unlock the unknown whole of creation. Always fighting a never ending battle to seek answers for life's greatest questions. Then, when my life came to an end from an untimely accident, I found myself standing on the precipice to eternity. In the seemingly infinite chasm of darkness, a voice called out a question to me... "Shall all of the answers be revealed to you, or will you swim the sea of creation in unknowing bliss?" "Please... Show me the answers I have tirelessly searched for and still seek!" "Very well..." A sudden emergence of a blinding light bathed me, and I was brought into the entirety of knowledge kicking and screaming. That was almost two years ago... Today I lay in my playpen attempting my last ditch efforts at telling my new Mom and Dad what I know, but all they see, and all they've seen for months, is a child at play, talking gibberish. My urgency grows and the fear begins to consume my mind as I realize... the better I get at communicating with them, the more of what I know fades from my memory.
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A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
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Cอฌฬ‚ฬ’ฬฝฬ‰ฬนoอ›อฅอคออ’อฎอฬ—ฬณอ–อmอฃอŠอซฬทeอ‘ฬ‡อ‘ฬฅอ™อ,อฉฬงฬฃฬผอ™ฬญ อ‘อŒฬ‘อˆฬฌฬซฬœฬžฬAอจอฎอจอฌฬ†ฬพฬนeอ€ฬ˜อšอ•ฬฑฬฏbฬˆฬ–อ”ฬ ฬฆoองฬฟฬ‰ฬ‘อฃฬฬ•ฬ—อŽฬฑอ•ฬฐอ…อ”nฬ‡อฉอŽฬ อ”ฬฉฬฏอˆaอฌฬ’อŠอŒฬฝฬŠฬšอ™ฬฏอ‰อ”อฬ—aฬšฬอ’อฆอจอ‹อฬนอ‰อšsอ†อŠอฌh,อ„ฬอ‘อŠอฌฬอฬฒฬ™อ“อ•ฬฏ อ—อซฬŽอจอ‹อฏอ†อ˜lอ‰อ…ฬฐฬปอŽอ”อŽeอŠฬ‚อ—อ‹ฬฃอŽฬฌฬžฬฃอ–tฬˆฬอฏฬ€อ‰อ‰ฬฒฬฌฬซฬ™ฬผ ฬ„ฬŽฬพอƒอขฬ–ฬœอŽฬžฬฎฬฐuฬฬŒฬอขฬฏฬฏฬ ฬฌsา‰ฬฑฬ–ฬคฬ  ฬŽอ„อคฬŠฬŒา‰sฬฝอญอคออฏอŸฬญฬฃฬฎฬผฬ–eฬฬ„ฬ”อ†ฬŽอ€ฬฅอ–อ“อ…eอ‹ฬŠอ—อขฬบฬซฬ—อ•ฬฉ ฬอ›อ‹ฬ“อฌฬ…ฬ‡อ–iฬฬ‚ฬƒฬˆฬŒอ—ฬทฬฏฬคฬฒฬ อ™ฬ–ฬฃfฬ‡ฬˆ อฏฬyฬŽฬ”อฎฬทฬญฬฌอ–ฬ ฬชอ“อ–oฬ€ฬจฬ™ฬŸฬฆอuอ‹ฬ“ฬ”อ›ฬ‡อ‘ฬดฬฌอฬ™ฬ˜ ฬŒฬ€ฬ‹อฬ™aอฉฬฟฬ‚rอฃอฎฬฑeองอ„อŒฬŠฬ‹ององฬ•ฬ– ฬ‰อฉอ’อฌอชอฌอ‹ฬŸฬฒฬณอšฬ—aอ—อญออฃฬฬอชฬ—อ‡อ“อ–ฬŸอ‰sฬฬ‡ฬ˜ฬž อ„ฬ‹อฬ‰อฆอ›อขฬซฬฏฬ pอฬคฬฌอ‰ออ–rฬ‘อ…อ™อŽeอ„ฬ‡ฬ ฬฉฬฎtฬญฬซอ‡ฬฉอ–ฬ—ฬปtอฉฬจฬฃอ”yฬ…ฬพฬอ‚อญอ†อฉ อ„ฬอซองฬ†ฬบอ•iฬˆอ’ฬณอ•ฬฏฬฅฬฬนฬบnฬ‘อจอ†ฬขฬคอšฬฒฬฉsอฉฬ”ฬ‹อจฬ‰อฏฬฬฃอ–อ•iฬฬซdอฎฬƒอฏฬˆฬ–eฬ‡อ‹ฬ‘อ†ฬถฬปฬฒฬคอ‡ฬผอ–อ…~ฬฬพอฅฬšฬ…ฬฆฬ˜ฬคฬบฬฎฬฑ~อฎฬก
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My Sister's Sculpture My Mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn't an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died.or when they had the funeral for her. She told me about my Father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my Father made a sculpture ofher. She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My Father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my Mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before. It wasn't long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my Father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me, as if the sculpture would follow me as l aged. My Father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face. On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my Father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious. So I desided to creep my way downstairs to see if could catch my Father making the sculpture, and as l peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the colour of my face drain. There, on the Kitchen table my Father was injecting the โ€œsculptureโ€ with a liquid as he whispered "You will always be my little sculpture." as I watched the โ€œsculpture'sโ€ hands twitch.
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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago hyperobscura ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„ ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ด๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ? ๐™ด๐š‡๐šƒ. ๐™ฐ ๐™ฑ๐š๐™ธ๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐™ฑ๐š„๐™ธ๐™ป๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ - ๐™ถ๐™ธ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐šƒ ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ด๐š ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐™ด๐™ณ ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐š†๐™ฐ๐™ป๐™ป, ๐™ฑ๐™พ๐™ป๐™ณ ๐™ป๐™ด๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ ๐šˆ๐™ด๐™ป๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ: โ€˜๐™ท๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„ ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ด๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ?โ€™ ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š‹๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š‘, ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ด๐šก๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šœ? ๐™ผ๐š’๐šœ๐šœ? ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š๐š•๐šข. ๐š†๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š? ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ณ๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ? ๐š†๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ต๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ? ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›. ๐š†๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š? ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ท๐š˜๐š  ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š๐š—๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ? ๐š†๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐š. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ...๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š. ๐š†๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ด๐šก๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š™. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šก๐šŽ๐š, ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šž๐š—๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐š‹๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ธ...๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐š. ๐™ฒ๐š„๐šƒ ๐šƒ๐™พ: ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐šƒ. ๐™ป๐™ธ๐š…๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐š๐™พ๐™พ๐™ผ - ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™พ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฒ, ๐™ป๐™ธ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐™ด๐™ณ ๐š†๐™ธ๐šƒ๐™ท ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐šˆ ๐™ป๐™ธ๐š€๐š„๐™พ๐š ๐™ฑ๐™พ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ป๐™ด๐š‚. ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘, ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ...๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐š„๐š—๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐šž๐š—๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š•๐šข, ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐š‘. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ฒ๐š„๐šƒ ๐šƒ๐™พ: ๐™ด๐š‡๐šƒ. ๐™ฑ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฑ๐š๐™ธ๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐™ฑ๐š„๐™ธ๐™ป๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ - ๐™ด๐™ฐ๐š๐™ป๐šˆ ๐™ผ๐™พ๐š๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐šš๐šž๐š˜๐š› ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š. ๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐š’๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ; ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š— ๐šŽ๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐šœ ๐š‹๐šข. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐™ท๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐™ด๐™ป๐™ณ๐™ด๐š๐™ป๐šˆ ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ฝ๐š˜. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š๐š. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘. ๐™ฐ ๐š‹๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š” ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ฒ๐š„๐šƒ ๐šƒ๐™พ: ๐™ด๐š‡๐šƒ. ๐™ฑ๐š๐™ธ๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐™ฑ๐š„๐™ธ๐™ป๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ - ๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ถ๐™ท๐šƒ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด - ๐š‚๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐™ป๐™ด ๐š‚๐šƒ๐š๐™ด๐™ด๐šƒ ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ฟ ๐™ธ๐™ป๐™ป๐š„๐™ผ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š†๐™ฐ๐™ป๐™ป ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šž๐š—๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŒ๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š -๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šž๐š—๐š”๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐šœ. ๐™ฐ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š  ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š™๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šข. ๐™ฐ ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ. ๐š„๐™ฝ๐™บ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š†๐™ฝ ๐™ฐ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š“๐š˜๐š•๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ, ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ฝ๐š˜...๐š†๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐š„๐™ฝ๐™บ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š†๐™ฝ ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜. ๐™ป๐š˜๐š˜๐š”. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š“๐šŽ๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”. ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐š˜๐š . ๐™ธ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š”. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐š„๐™ฝ๐™บ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š†๐™ฝ ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐š˜๐š . ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—? ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—? ๐š„๐™ฝ๐™บ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š†๐™ฝ ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐™ธ? ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐™ณ โ€œItโ€™s me dad,โ€ I say, tears streaming down my face. They told me the disease would consume his mind, but I was never really prepared for it. I hug him tightly. A part of me knows that this is goodbye. โ€œWho is the man,โ€ he just keeps muttering.
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Go to tinyhorribles r/tinyhorribles 5 days ago therealdocturner Silence Is Violence The alley is dark. I see my breath in the frigid air. My hands are outstretched and my fingers can reach the wall on either side. Itโ€™s narrow. The walls are wet and slicked with some kind of slime. Children are screaming somewhere in the dark. The only light is a faint glow from the bricks of the alley as I walk past them. The screams are behind me and theyโ€™re getting closer. Footsteps. Like a thousand people running behind me, getting closer and closer. My chest hurtฬธ and I faล‚ล‚ over. The alley is goฬ•ne. Everything is light now. Too bright to see anything. I hear people yelling. I smell soap. I fall back into the darkness of the alley. I run and I can feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The screaming children behind me say my name. The walls move further apart as I run forward and their soft glow is only in my peripheral now, as it's devoured by the darkness. Itโ€™s getting colder. I run into the darkฬต. God, help me. There are lights in front of me. I move forward. I recognize the main street of the town where I grew up. Everything is just as it was from my childhood, save for bรธdies of children hanging from every lamp post. Theyโ€™ve been gutted. Their insides pile up underneath the swaying corpses. Roman Numerals are carved into their foreheads. My chest exploded in paฤฑn. My hometown is goฬถne. Light and pain are all that remain. Frantic voices. My chest is on fire. My shirt is open. I fall back onto Blackstone Avenue. The buildings are on fire. Children with accusatory eyes surround me on the street. Theyโ€™re pointing, at me. The Roman numerals are raised and bleeding. Ligature marks are on every neck, and all of them begin to walk toward me. Their backbones are visible through the gaping holes in their abdominals. My chest is in agรธny. Just before they grab me, Iโ€™m back in that blinding light. Convulsฤฑons and I feel my own spit running down my neck. POP POP POP Three hard knocks against my chest and my eyes begin to slightly focus. Iโ€™m in a hospฤฑtals room. Dอœoรงtorฬก holds a pair of panels just above me, and I can hear my own heartbeat on a machine. Two days later. My wife of fifty one years stands above my hospฤฑtal bed, crying and thankful I pulled through. She stays until I make her go home. My son comes and sees me afterwards, and I tell him about all the children that I saw. I tell him that Iโ€™ve always known what he did to them, but I kept my mouth shut so it wouldnโ€™t destroy his mother. I tell him I canโ€™t do it anymore. I rฤฑsk condemnation with my silence. Heโ€™s got to turn himself in. He tells me he loves me, as he pushes a pi]low over my facอ˜e.
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