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2 sentence horror: I watched in horror as the virus was cruelly infecting my husband Turning him into a monster.

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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. That’s why I only go shopping at night fewer people to avoid. “Did you find everything okay?” she asks casually. “Mm-hmm,” I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up. The cashier’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 I’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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Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. Pᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴏɴ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ's, ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ-ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ's ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ᴍᴀʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ. Hᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴘs: ~Pʀᴏғᴀɴɪᴛʏ. Cᴀɴ sᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ' ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ~Gᴏʀᴇ, ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. ~Aɴɪᴍᴀʟs. Cᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs ᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏsᴛ' ~Sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ. ~Aʙᴜsᴇ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ) ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ~Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs (ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴀs ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ) Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ) ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ғᴏᴇᴛɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs, ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ɪɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴsᴏғᴀʀ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ, ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ, ᴏʀ ʙʏsᴛᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs!

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short horror story: i was at my grandma's house, and looked around at her vintage stuff. i wondered about the secrets beneath the house. What could be hiding..? later that night, everyone was sleeping but me. i decided to go and check out the attic to see some old treasures and secrets. when i arrived, i started by looking at the old documents. but there was one document that caught my eye. A miscarriage document from 1982, saying that my grandma originally was supposed to have twins. One was named Amber (my mother,) and the other twin, Angelica, who died for an unknown reason. I got chills down my back that I would see her ghost probably. After looking through the documents, i found some photos of mom as a baby. But I could see a faint, ghost-like baby behind her. like the one standing behind me right now...?!

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short horrorcore story: the clock read 12:07am, way too long from when i was supposed to be in bed. trying to run away from the sock puppet my friend and i thought was innocent, but now a monster. i was trying to hide from "FRED," the creepy puppet now chasing me. and then i couldn't find my friend, brody. "BRODY?!" i called out. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" i checked up in his room he shared with me, and i saw Brody. He was corrupted by that horrible puppet monster. Black ooze was coming out of his mouth and eyes, glitch-like pixels inside them. his head was turning to odd angles, and the glasses he had were broken, but still on him. "B-Brody? What did that monster do to you...?" I asked. And then, my vision went black, glitches inside them, and static screens. "NO! NO! NO!" I cried, trying to fight the corruption. But I couldn't take it anymore, and then I fainted on the floor, black ooze coming out of me.

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⣧⡰⣛⠶⣪⠽⡄⢲⡰⣼⡻⢧⣑⣾⣿⠱⢎⣴⣼⣿⣿⣿⣟⣱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣋⣙⣳⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡾⢟⣞⣿⣿⠿⢿⣟⢧⣶⡟⣻⣿⣉⣾⣿⣯⣍⣻⡟⣧⣿⣶⡿⠟⣛⡽⣿⣶⣿⣷⡻⢿⣿⣭⣽⣿⣞⣿⣿⣭⣿⣿⣻⣿⣧⣹⣿⣷⣿⣹⣿⣟⡻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡚⠃⠾⣌⠷⣎⡴⢧⡱⡞⡟⣸⠴⣘⠶⣡⢯⡑⢻⡸⢅⡶⣙⢎⣝⡳⣌⠲⢍⡻⣌⠣⢏⡴⣙ ⢦⢱⢩⡞⢥⠛⡴⣷⢣⣴⠟⣲⠉⣄⣻⣵⣿⣿⣿⣟⣹⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣶⣿⣶⣿⢿⡛⣭⣹⣿⡞⣏⢶⣿⢳⠿⡿⣻⣭⣭⣻⠿⡽⢶⣋⣤⣶⣿⢿⣛⡶⣏⠛⣏⣷⣿⣯⠽⣭⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣛⡿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣹⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡛⢿⣿⣿⣷⡜⢦⣱⠈⡖⣡⢹⡰⣥⢛⡌⠲⢇⣞⡼⢣⢙⣎⢲⡍⣎⠾⣑⢦⠹⣌⠳⣬⢛⡌⢞⡧ ⠖⣣⠘⣞⡹⢋⡴⣬⢳⣩⠚⠴⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣯⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⢿⣿⣿⣷⢟⣭⣶⣋⣵⣾⣿⣱⣾⡿⢞⡾⣽⣟⢙⡷⣿⡼⣩⣾⣧⠟⣷⡗⣞⣧⣽⣟⠽⣛⣭⢛⣶⣿⠎⡑⣽⣞⣻⣿⢶⣯⣾⠛⡿⣛⣿⣿⣷⣮⣽⣿⢿⣿⣗⣾⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⢹⡿⢿⣿⣦⣥⣊⢭⣉⢋⠓⢇⢻⡜⢧⠛⠣⠞⡳⣌⡎⢡⢩⠟⡶⢩⣖⡳⠎⡵⢘⣫⡜⡢⢍ ⢏⠧⣙⣦⡙⣤⠛⡜⢣⣼⡃⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣻⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⢮⣿⡟⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⠭⢟⣯⣾⣍⣻⢎⣵⣿⡿⣿⣥⣠⣾⠿⣙⡧⢞⣷⣮⣿⡿⣻⣯⠞⣧⢿⡛⣿⢛⡿⣴⡞⣽⣮⣝⣧⣳⠽⣿⣿⡧⣽⣿⣷⣮⣽⣻⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣻⣿⣿⣿⣇⠿⠳⣬⣍⣿⣿⣷⣮⣼⣼⣈⠟⢺⣦⢋⡙⣦⠱⡘⢶⢯⡓⠾⢱⡛⠦⣱⢏⡉⢇⠲⣌⡛⠭ ⣞⡲⠻⠇⡹⠘⣁⢺⣭⣯⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⢦⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣾⡟⣻⡥⠿⣽⣿⢫⣵⣼⡹⣽⣹⠟⢿⢻⣭⢾⣥⣫⣽⣷⣿⢣⠼⣞⣿⣿⢷⣙⣺⡽⢿⡛⣜⣋⣱⡯⠷⣾⣿⣷⣏⠽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣻⣿⡿⣷⣿⠛⣿⣏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣢⣍⢿⣿⡛⠩⠟⣿⣿⣾⠧⢡⢟⠢⣕⠺⣭⡘⢶⣉⠓⡹⢭⠳⡽⢮⡜⣏⠳⡌⠶⣉ ⣿⠑⣏⢦⡱⡹⠼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣿⡜⢿⡿⣿⣟⠦⣼⣿⣟⣹⡽⣙⣷⣾⠿⣣⣾⣯⣟⣯⣘⣷⡾⣻⡟⣴⣻⢧⣻⡟⢻⢷⣻⣾⢫⣤⣻⣮⣍⣷⢶⡚⠽⣯⣭⡟⠿⣿⣹⣝⡛⢿⣷⣬⣻⣷⣯⣟⣿⣿⣻⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⢽⣫⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣚⠻⣽⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣼⡈⡕⢠⣋⠽⢎⣽⡹⣌⢡⠛⡭⣚⡬⢓⡭⢃⠴ ⣿⠎⢼⡗⢆⢡⠞⣡⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣻⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣳⣿⣩⣾⡿⢋⣽⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣱⢮⣥⣯⡟⢱⡛⣿⡴⢿⣾⢿⡿⣿⡞⣷⣭⢡⣟⣹⣿⡜⣭⣋⣟⠿⡞⣷⢿⣷⣶⡹⣾⣿⣾⣭⣽⠿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣻⢿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⡾⡽⢗⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣷⣎⣽⣿⣿⣕⡪⢥⡜⠛⠶⡘⠳⡌⣣⡽⡲⢥⡓⣧⢚⡥⠛ ⡿⢡⢢⣼⢾⡟⢣⣿⣿⣟⣩⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⡳⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣟⣙⣲⣯⢯⣭⣳⢿⣶⠿⢷⣾⣭⣶⢾⡛⣭⡗⣮⣝⡳⣾⣽⣿⣿⣱⣭⡾⣷⣶⣈⢧⡹⣿⣿⡿⠯⣝⣙⣻⠷⢾⣹⣛⣿⣿⣾⣭⣿⣿⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣥⣉⠟⢿⣿⣿⣯⠿⣿⣦⡼⢉⡳⢷⡞⡑⢦⡳⣉⠧⣔⢨⢳⠦⡛ ⣯⡱⣚⡟⣠⢈⢻⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⢷⣽⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣾⣿⣟⡽⢮⣍⣌⣿⣡⣿⡾⢟⡶⣯⣾⣿⢲⠽⣶⣟⣼⣿⢟⣦⡙⣸⣿⠿⣿⣾⣹⣷⣿⢿⣳⣿⣿⢷⡾⣿⣭⣳⢮⡟⡷⢿⣮⣽⣿⣙⢫⣭⣽⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⠸⣿⣿⣦⣹⣿⣿⣷⣜⡣⢼⡡⢷⠰⣹⠎⠱⣏⡚⠧⣜ ⡯⠥⠽⣓⣐⣯⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣽⡿⣿⣼⣿⢋⣼⡟⡹⢷⡛⣽⣶⢯⢽⣚⠻⣿⣦⣿⣧⣻⣏⠳⣯⠞⣿⣾⢾⣝⣿⣿⣉⣿⣷⣶⡛⢿⣯⡻⠿⣿⡻⢿⣧⣭⢿⡷⣼⣷⣏⣷⠚⣿⣿⣿⣿⡾⢵⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⠹⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⡙⣻⣿⣇⣙⣿⣿⣷⠻⡔⢣⢷⣡⠻⡴⢂⡹⠲⣭ ⣿⠌⡹⢧⠘⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⡿⣱⣿⣟⣯⡛⣽⡾⣹⢧⣿⣭⢰⣯⣟⡋⢿⣶⣿⢛⣾⣿⣿⣷⣿⡇⢼⣷⣂⣾⣿⢻⣿⢿⣿⢿⣿⣒⢿⣿⣷⢻⣿⣾⡝⣿⣷⣏⢶⣭⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣻⣷⣮⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⠻⣿⡟⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡍⠐⢮⡵⢫⣱⢋⡜⢻⣆ ⣿⠰⢳⣎⠰⡈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣻⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⣾⣷⣻⣿⣯⣿⣷⣿⣷⢻⣮⢙⣿⣾⣯⠻⣷⣮⣽⡿⣾⣿⣛⠙⢻⣿⣧⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⠻⡼⣿⣎⢿⣿⣘⣿⢿⣾⣿⢿⣷⣯⣿⢻⣜⡹⣫⠟⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣷⣽⣟⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡘⢻⣿⣍⣿⣿⣷⠲⣬⠓⡌⣏⠾⣱⢊⡽ ⣇⡶⢣⣄⠧⣽⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣻⡿⣿⣿⣯⣼⣿⣽⣷⢱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣛⣿⣧⣶⣿⣿⣯⣴⡿⠟⣿⠿⣿⣿⣶⣿⢿⡻⣭⣹⣿⠵⡛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣿⣼⣿⣻⣦⡿⢿⣿⣧⣟⠿⣹⣿⣦⣽⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⢛⣿⣷⣾⣿⡟⠼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣸⣿⣯⢹⣿⣿⣳⣐⠻⡹⢦⡐⢳⢎⡼ ⡿⠁⢮⡙⢼⡷⡀⢿⣿⣶⣾⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣖⣿⣿⢳⣿⡾⣿⡛⢿⣿⣭⣷⢲⡼⡗⣏⣵⣿⣽⣻⣾⢟⡯⣛⣬⣵⣷⣽⣿⣙⣿⣿⣿⢿⣯⣹⣿⣿⣿⣳⢿⣿⣮⢿⣿⣻⣿⣷⣻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣓⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣻⣿⣷⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢹⣿⡏⢻⣿⣧⢌⡱⣍⢳⡽⣉⠶⣡ ⣿⡍⢢⡛⢞⠁⠞⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣽⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣾⣿⡷⣫⢟⣶⣬⣿⢱⣿⣷⡭⡟⣿⣰⢏⣧⣯⠞⣷⡽⣏⣭⣤⢾⢛⣿⣿⡓⣾⠻⣿⣿⡜⣿⣿⣎⢟⣿⣿⣾⠻⣿⣷⣮⣽⣿⣿⣏⠿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣜⣿⡟⠿⣿⣿⣧⣻⣿⣿⡟⢣⠿⣿⣷⣌⣻⣿⣗⠪⢍⣣⣝⡲⢬⠱ ⣟⡱⢎⡹⢫⠾⡖⡡⢞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣭⣶⣽⣿⣡⢯⣟⣲⣯⢻⣷⠿⣹⣏⡯⣟⢶⡟⣻⢻⣼⢣⢿⣮⣯⣿⣿⡿⣿⡱⣿⣿⣳⢚⣿⣿⡾⣿⣻⣿⡷⣽⣿⣇⣾⣿⡿⣿⣷⢮⣟⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣹⣿⣏⠉⣲⡷⢎⡱⢣⡟ ⣟⠳⣤⣋⣴⠣⢬⣵⡩⠼⣿⣿⣿⣉⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡯⣿⣿⢿⣹⣞⡷⣯⠿⣟⣻⣬⣷⣾⣞⣿⣹⡳⠿⣛⢾⡭⢻⡽⣿⣿⣟⡹⢭⢿⣿⣷⣽⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣷⠯⣷⣿⣿⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⡜⣿⣧⣋⡾⣿⣿⣿⢿⣻⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣎⡻⣿⢿⣿⣿⣇⢋⡜⣿⣶⣽⣿⣿⡟⠤⣘⠧⡙⢧⣛ ⣟⡶⢠⡟⡰⢩⣄⡩⣑⣆⠙⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣉⠿⣻⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣳⣿⣿⣻⣶⣭⣛⠻⡾⣭⣳⡞⢿⡌⢽⣸⣷⣽⠳⣿⠶⣻⢛⣿⣥⣾⣛⠿⣍⣿⢿⣿⣿⣹⡷⣾⣿⣿⣯⢿⡟⣷⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣯⢿⣿⣟⢿⣿⣽⣷⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣎⣶⣿⢿⣿⣿⡧⠜⣩⠶⣙⠣⣜ ⣟⡈⠳⣜⠳⢢⡜⣳⡌⣼⢋⡖⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⣱⣿⣿⣦⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣯⣙⡾⣿⣷⣏⢳⣯⣷⢧⡾⣿⣿⢉⣿⡟⣧⣻⢯⡟⣾⣿⣿⣣⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣼⣿⡿⣯⣿⠟⣿⣿⣧⡾⢿⣿⣷⣻⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣮⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⡛⣥⢳⡝⣬⠳⣎ ⣯⣼⡃⠜⢣⣏⠴⣧⣤⠠⢼⣉⣣⢈⠿⢿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣮⣙⢛⣿⣿⣯⡷⢻⡜⠸⣿⣿⣹⣮⣷⣭⢼⣿⣿⡿⢾⣷⣟⣋⣿⣿⣿⣿⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⣳⣟⢿⣿⣿⢒⣻⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢒⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠗⣨⠜⣢⠟⡭ ⡟⢸⠻⠆⢩⡟⣴⢣⡌⡷⢨⡝⢭⢫⠖⣈⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣦⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣌⣿⣻⢿⣾⣷⡿⢿⡿⣷⣿⣯⡽⢿⠛⣻⣷⣾⡟⣾⡍⣿⣿⣝⢲⣿⣿⣿⣯⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣝⣲⣷⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣟⣻⣶⣿⣿⢿⣹⣿⡟⡁⠞⣭⢛⡤⢏⢥ ⡿⢣⢟⣜⢣⠜⣫⢧⣙⢦⡛⢘⣦⣯⣘⡝⢣⠿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⢻⡟⢿⣉⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⡲⣧⣾⡷⣿⣹⣿⣿⢹⣿⣿⡟⣱⣯⣿⣿⣡⣿⣿⣿⢧⣿⣿⢛⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣿⣏⣷⣿⣿⣿⣯⡝⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢳⡸⠤⣏⠔⣋⡞ ⡇⣬⠻⣍⡘⠳⡤⢯⣤⠟⡴⢻⡔⣣⡝⣸⢃⣖⡚⡼⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣙⣿⣷⣆⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢶⣯⡽⣿⣚⣤⣏⣿⣜⣩⣿⢷⡻⣽⡷⢮⣿⣿⣾⢿⣿⡿⣟⢻⣭⣿⣿⣾⣿⣽⣿⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢡⠖⣩⣝⡘⢦⢃⠻ ⡿⢂⠟⣶⢈⡗⣩⠖⣈⠧⢟⣴⡻⣔⡃⡽⣻⣌⠳⡙⡖⢬⡹⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⡿⠿⣷⣭⣷⠻⣥⣿⣯⣝⠾⣹⠿⣥⣾⣾⡛⢟⣿⣸⣿⣿⣷⣺⣽⣿⣿⠿⣛⢿⣿⣿⣽⣻⣿⣨⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣷⣬⣿⡱⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣷⣿⣿⢩⣶⣿⣿⡇⣫⢟⡶⣨⠝⢦⣋⠟ 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Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

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It has been said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it's wrong. I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn't buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window. The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake. I can't tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. 1 joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. 1 stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I con- tinued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44. And so it's been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn't doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It is knowing, that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It's realizing you no longer fall asleep. It's, not knowing, whether you've been running for days or weeks or years. It's when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter
All Monsters are Human You've always had a slightly ridiculous phobia of mirrors. It's never interfered with your life before, except in small and completely inconsequential ways. You'd close your eyes during a middle school session of Bloody Mary, would rush past them in a dark hallway, things any red blooded American raised on a steady diet of horror and gore would call more habit than oddity. One night, late, you're getting ready to go out with some friends. You feel grimy, so you all decide to get ready at your apartment where you can clean up with your own products. Ev- eryone's hanging out, taking pictures, and gonerally having fun as you decide to wash your makeup off and start fresh. You decide that the quickest way to do this is the way they show in commercials, where you get it all over with at once by splashing water over your tightly shut eyes and completely soaking your bathroom floor. You glance up quickly to be sure that your friends don't notice your moment of hesitation when it's time to close your oyes and scrub within sight of the mirror. As you rinse off your face, your eyes open to see your reflection staring back at you, which is not unusual, What is slightly off, however, is that when you go to leave, the other you does not. You stare at each other with wide eyes, waiting to see what happens next. You turn to your friends to see if they're seeing what you're seeing to find their grins growing wider, too wide to be quite human. Their eyes turn as black as coal, and they start to walk forward. Your reflection and your friends reflections start to scream. Your friends lunge for- ward towards their dopplegangers. You always knew you were on the wrong side. As your oyos begin to burn in an entirely sick, ploasant way, your grin stretches wide. Too wide. 😈
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Donald Trump and Joe Bidens secret affair is revealed to the public, the two break up but one day Joe goes missing. Donald searches frantically until he finds out something horrible happened.. orphanexploder on ao3! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (╥﹏╥)
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