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In the original story of "Peter Pan", Peter murders the Lost Boys when they seem to grow too old to still live in Neverland, because being an adult in this place is against the rules. In the middle of a battle against pirates, he would sometimes even switch sides and start killing Lost Boys for fun.
one's mother matricide one's parent(s) parenticide one's brother fratricide one's sister sororicide one's husband mariticide, viricide one's wife uxoricide one's son or daughter filicide, prolicide a close relative parricide father Patricide woman femicide, gynecide, gynaecide an infant infanticide a fetus aborticide, feticide, foeticide old men senicide a king regicide a lord or master hericide a philosopher philosophicide a prophet or poet vaticide a tsar czaricide a bishop episcopicide an apprentice prenticecide a Brahmin Brahminicide, Brahmanicide a Spartacus member Sparticide a modernist modernicide a guest or host hospiticide a favorite nepoticide a friend ambicide an enemy hosticide a heretic hereticide, heretocide a tyrant tyrannicide of bears ursicide of birds avicide, birdicide of boars apricide of bulls tauricide of cats felicide chickens or turkeys gallinicide of cows vaccicide of deer cervicide of dogs canicide of fish piscicide of fowls gallicide of fox vulpicide of goats hiricide of kangaroos macropocide of leeches hirudicide of mice muricide of moles talpicide of oxen bovicide of partridges perdricide of reptiles herpecide, herpicide of snakes serpenticide of snails/molluscs molluscacide of vermin verminicide of whales ceticide of wolves lupidide of aphids aphidicide, aphicide of bedbugs cimicide of bees apicide of fleas pulicide, pulicicide of flies muscacide, muscicide of gnats or mosquitos culicicide, culicide of lice lousicide, pediculicide of mites acaricide, miticide of mosquitos anophelicide, mosquitocide of spiders or scorpions arachnidcide of wasps vespacide Amebae amebacide, amebicide, amoebicide Animal parasites epizocide Anthrax anthracocide Bacilli bacillicide Bacteria bactericide, bacteriacide, bacteriocide Blood corpuscles globulicide Blood flukes schistosomacide, schistosomicide Cancerous cells tumorcide Cells cytocide Diarrhea-causing parasites trichomonacide Fever (reducing fever) febricide Germs germicide Gonorrhea gonococcide, gonoccocide Intestinal worms helminthicide, vermicide Leukocytes leukocide, leucocide Malarial parasites gametocide, plasmodicide, schizonticide Microbes microbicide Nematode worms nematocide, nematicide, nemacide Oxyuris worms oxyuricide Parasites parasiticide Parasitic bacteria treponemicide Protozoans protozoacide Roundworms ascaricide, filaricide, lumbricide Scabies scabicide, scabieticide Sleeping sickness infection trypanocide, trypanosomacide Sperm spermicide, spermatocide, spermatozoicide Spirilla bacteria spirillicide Spirochetes bacteria spirocheticide, spirochaeticide Spores fungicide, sporicide Staph staphylocide, staphylococcide, staphylococcicide Streptococci bacteria streptococcicide Tapeworms taenicide, taeniacide, teniacide, tenicide Toxins toxicide, toxinicide Tuberculosis bacilli tuberculocide Viruses viruscide, virucide flowers floricide of plants herbicide, phytocide of a giant gianticide of a monster monstricide putrid things putricide Destruction of books tomecide Destroying words logocide, verbicide Destruction of a culture ethnocide Destruction of ancient buildings/monuments petracide Destruction of laws legicide Destruction of liberty liberticide Destruction of life biocide Ruining a suitor's chances suitorcide Ruining someone's reputation famicide the mind (brainwashing) menticide a faith fideicide facts (distorting the truth) facticide someone with a motor vehicle autocide Destruction of everything onmicide Destruction of the entire world mundicide Destruction of the natural world ecocide of all people populicide
Horror Confessions @Horror_Fessions "When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a courtyard behind our house."
Terms for the Mvrder of Loved Ones Amicicide: of one’s friend (amicus - friend) Avunculicide: of one’s uncle (avunculus - maternal uncle) Familicide: of one’s family (spouse and children) (familia - family) Filicide: of one’s daughter or son (filia - daughter; filius - son) Fratricide: of one’s brother (or sibling) (frater - brother; fratrem - sibling) Mariticide: of one’s husband (or spouse) (maritus - husband, spouse) Matricide: of one’s mother (mater - mother) Neonaticide: of one’s newborn child (neo - new; natus - born) Patricide: of one’s father (pater - father) Prolicide: of one’s offspring (proles - offspring) Senicide: of one’s elder (senes - elderly; senex - old man) Sororicide: of one’s sister (soror - sister) Uxoricide: of one’s wife (uxor - wife, spouse) Amiticide: of one’s aunt (amita - paternal aunt) Aniclicide: of one’s female elder (anicla - old woman) Avicide: of one’s grandparent (avia - grandmother; avus - grandfather) Conjicide: of one’s spouse (conjux, coniux - spouse, husband, wife) Nepticide: of one’s niece (nepti - niece)
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Mary Bell, 11-Year-Old Serial Kıller, Scotswood, England, 1968 - M*rdered Martin Brown (age 4) on May 25, 1968 and Brian Howe (age 3) on July 31, 1968. Her best friend Norma Bell, 13, (not related) took part in the 2nd m*rder. Mary attempted many mvrders besides those. Quotes: “I like to hur͘t people.” - “Brian Howe had no mother, so he won’t be missed.” - “Mvrder isn’t that bad, we all dıe sometime anyway...”
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2009-10-23 22:47:37 On 13 February 1746, a Frenchman, Jean Dubarry, was executed for killing his father. Exactly 100 years later, on February 13, the French as well, also named Jean Dubarry, was executed - also for the murder of his father.
Types of -Cide For Your Writing Suıcıde - Act of kılling yourself Regicide - Act of kılling a king or queen Vaticide - Act of kılling a prophet Parricide - Act of kılling any relative Mariticide - Act of kılling your husband Uxoricide - Act of kılling your wi҉fé Siblicide - Act of kılling your sibling Sororicide - Act of kılling your sister Fratricide - Act of kılling your brother Matricide - Act of kılling your mother Filicide - Act of kılling your chıld Infanticide - Act of kılling a chıld within their first year of life Patricide - Act of kılling your fãther Avunculicide - Act of kılling your uncle Nepoticide - Act of kılling your nephew Amicide - Act of kılling your frıend Senicide - Act of kılling an elderly Hom*cide - Act of kılling a person Pedicide - Act of kılling chıldren Democide - Mürder of a person or people by the government Omnicide - Act of kılling humans with intentions to make them extinct Deicide - Act of kılling a deity, divine being, or god Mundicide - Act of kılling a planet
Troy Leon Gregg was the first man to have his death penalty upheld by the Supreme Court after the decision of Furman v. Georgia, but he didn’t die in prison. Troy Leon Gregg, The Man Who Escaped Death Row Only To Be Murdered The Same Night

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My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.
‘A Message From Your Personal Demons’ By MrGarm “I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend.” Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.
Jan 1, 2011 9:47 PM Mom <Your great aunt just passed away. LOL Why is that funny?> <It's not funny! Wht do you mean? Mom lol means laughing out loud!> <Oh goodness!! I sent that to everyone I thought it meant lots of love.
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Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015
I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' It’s a common question, but it is misplaced. Light and dark. Without one, the other cannot exist. I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it. I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do. 'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...' Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of... You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts. Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..
I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO June 7, 2017 @hellofinah You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken... After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. Cashier makes an odd remark to you: “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum. Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. “It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says. You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off. “Hello?” “Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.” “No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”
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Do need the pap smear test if a virg!n and/or not s*xual active? You may not necessarily require, unless... You want to plan on having offspring To check for as*ault (such as ab*se) A family relation has had female reproductive cancer if contemplating feticidal abort1on If getting some reproductive apparatus if any of the above applies to you, the circumstances might be different regarding whether or not you as a virg!n should get one if you're not active The pap smear test only checks for cancers caused by the hpv transmitted virus which is transmitted vía such contact If you're not virg!n you may have hpv (said cancer causing virus, which the pap checks you for) dormant in your system
r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago villianrules After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer. It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.
i turned to the guy who k1lled my wife ✨ He cried so desperately, scared for what was to come. If only he had talked to me and tried to reason, maybe I could have spared him. But that was impossible. After all, he was born just a few moments ago...
The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker Author: Jan Harold Brunvand This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home. Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady. The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.
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horror story (plural horror stories) (fiction) A fictional narrative of distressing events. The film is based on a horror story by Edgar Allan Poe. (informal) A disturbing rumour. ▼ We've heard horror stories about people being attacked in the elevator. An unpleasant experience. ▼ It was more of a horror story than a vacation. Translations Chinese Mandarin: 恐怖故事 (kǒngbù gùshì) Dutch: horrorverhaal (nl) n Finnish: kauhutarina (fi) French: histoire d’horreur f, histoire d’épouvante f Hungarian: horrortörténet Spanish: historia de terror, historia de miedo f Swedish: skräckhistoria (sv) Uyghur: قورقۇنچلۇق ھېكايە‎ (qorqunchluq hëkaye) ghost story (plural ghost stories) A story about ghosts or the supernatural, often meant to be frightening. quotations ▲ 2012, Andrew Martin, Underground Overground: A passenger's history of the Tube, Profile Books, →ISBN, page 261: There are the books full of Underground ghost stories. An invisible runner pounds along the platforms at Elephant & Castle; children scream in the basement of what used to be the surface building of Hyde Park Corner, [...] Translations ▲±story about ghosts Catalan: història de fantasmes f Chinese: Mandarin: 鬼故事 (guǐgùshì) Finnish: kummitusjuttu French: histoire de fantômes f German: Gespenstergeschichte (de) f Hungarian: kísértethistória (hu) Irish: scéal taibhsí m Italian: racconto dell'orrore m Korean: 괴담 (goedam) Norwegian: spøkelsesfortelling Portuguese: história de fantasmas f Spanish: historia de fantasmas f, cuento de fantasmas m Swedish: spökhistoria (sv) Welsh: stori fwgan f, stori ysbryd f
July 27th, 2010, 3:46 AM Today, my boyfriend came over and met my parents. Then he left, and my Dad told me that my boyfriend loved me. I smiled and asked, “How do you know?” He said, “Because he looks at you the same way I look at your Mother.” Love GMH
ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 yr. ago Lightuke After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed" I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."
‘Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
𒐫 ꧅ .̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̂̍
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🔵 The first man to drown during the building of the Hoover was J.G. Tierney, on December 20, 1922. The final man to during the project was Patrick W. Tierney, his son, in 1935 - - also on December 20. 🔵
‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…” My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer
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r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
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.̷̢̧̨̡̡̧̧̢̨̡̧̢̡̢̡̧̢̨̛̛͚͙̞̱̹̤̲̰̝̲̝͎̳̳͚̥̣̯̭̼̼͓̱̰̤͎̪̟̯͓̻͍̹̱̲̞̱̗͕̲͈̰͕̮̗̞͖͙̫͈̮̪̫̣̙͚̣̖̣̫͕͖̹̠̞̩͙̳̪̥̙̤̰̣͎̜͈͍̟͈̲̣̹͕̹̜̦̱͇͍̬̝̥̝̹̦̗̩̖̣̼̩̭̰͍̻͈͇͈͇̻̬̳̯̭̰̙̟̝̺̞̘̻͚͍͚̙̼͙̥̩̣̺̰̳̪̞͙̰̠̞̹̫̣̭̻̱͔͕͙̘̫̻̹͙͓̼͒͊̈́͛̈͆̅̀̓́͒͂̑̔́̾͋́̇̒͛̃͘̕͜͜ͅͅͅͅ.̸̧̧̢̨̡̢̢̨̡̡̡̧̧̢̛̛̛̛̛͉̜͙̘͖̥̫̥̘̫͙̲̳̻̤̦̟̦̜̮̖̜̙̳̠̣͉̙̠͕̹̮͓̗̺͓͓͍̯̜̥͉͖̮̝̯̖̻̮̥̲̟͚͍̭̩̙̳̻͉̤̙̜̞̠͕̩̦͎̯͖̣̼̰̱̘̩͖̤̲̖̼̙̻̻̫͎̤̻͚͇̠̱͓̫͖̤͙͍̱̝̫̰̘̗̥̗̥͉̝̟̗̞͉̯͇̳̖̱̫͇͙̻͚̪͓͖̟͙͍͉̲̘̖̟̹̭̲̦̥̺̝̦̗̫̤̻̻̤͍̪͚̻̮̼̼͙͍͖̯͔̣͔̘̝̗̰̗̺͖̱͍̥̺̲̥̹̯̠̥̮̜͎̫̭̠̝̗̥̼̙̠̯͕͓̪̤̹͔̳̥͖͖͙͚͉͈̱̹̜͔̥͈̙̮͓̯̣̙̱̣͍̭̻͖̮͇̙̰͖̖̬̼̦̪͓͇̟̭̹̠̙̖̬̲̓̊́̿̾̔̇̈́̈́͒̾͂̈́̏̉̅̀̉̔͂̈́̉̓̀̐̓́́̉̈́͑̈́̋́̉́̍̈͂̈́͆̑̐͋́̄̿̆̇̓̂͒̎̽͂̃̈́̍̇͋̉͌̒̈́̒͑̃̓͛́̆̏̿̏̃̓̓͂̎͂̎̏͛̿̇̀̈̑̄͑̉̆̓̽̉́͋̔̆̊͑̃̾͑͛́̓̔͗͂͐͂̋͛̔̑͑̌͛̇̒́́̅̅̏͛̏͑͆͒͐̄̃͂̿̇͂͛͒̄̈́͛̊̍͆̾̓̌͑̈́̀̊̈́̂̊̌́̏̒̔͛̐̂̏̈͆̄͆̑̿͌̏̐̐̓̃̈́͌̔̌͛͌̄̒͂̃̿͋̃́͌̐̌͆͒̓̔̒̇͛̃͐̆͆̀̍̈̏̀̈́̅̐̄̎̓̔͑͋͛̇̑́̀̾̇̈͐̄̂́̅̚̚̕̕̕̚̕͘̕̕̚̕̕̚̕͘̕͘͘͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ.̴̧̧̡̡̧̡̧̡̨̨̢̧̧̨̧̨̨̡̢̡̧̨̧̢̢̨̧̨̡̡̢̨̛̛̛̛̜͕̰̻̟̩̫̟̺̻̥̹̰͇͎͇̳͖̲̹͖̙͙̤̮͙͙̯̥̱̲͈̟̳̻̘̩̪͕̤̪̜̻̯͔̗͓̳̤̟̭͓̹̣͇͎͇͎̘͍̙̭̜͎̘̼͇̗͇̲̪̼̪͎̺͔̳͖̗̠̰͓̙̺͙̖̭͖̹̦͍̩̫̤̫̖̪͇̤̱̖͕̗̫͍̘͍̮̼̦̹̙̼͕̜̞̘̮͈̯͖̰͔̙̥̖̗̳̘̳͉̠̙͉͈͍̬̝͓̪̰͎̬̬̙̰͇̯͕̥̺͎̬̰̫̫̖̟̬͔̳̬͉͙̮̺̭̻͓͎͕̯͓̹̗̤̪͕̠̩̰͙͕̯̪̫͇͍͙͕̠̺͉̜̻͙̟͙̖̣̖̦͎͕̰̝͖͕̩̫̦͍̩̻̟͔̰̳̦̯̜̙͚̦̠̰̪̺̲̘̞̺̺͉̘̗̼̗̭̰͍̣̲̓́̃̅̍̎͌̈́̏̑̾̈́̓̌͌̑́̈́͊̿̔̀̿̿̃̓̈́̆́́̔͒̎́̊̌͐̾̍͆̆͑̽́̓̐͂͋̏̔͐̌́͆͊̀̐̓̈́͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ.̶̢̢̢̛̳̬̗̲͔͖͇̦̹̹̩̱̹͓͎̲͚͖̞̼̞̦̮̫͙̜͙͈̘͙̠̰̞̪̻͍̺̳̤͇͙̱͚̙͉̖̮͓̻̥̰͍̙̝̺͍̯̝̼̰͉͔̤͈͑͒̅̑̀̈́̄̓̑̈́̅̏̄̊̈͆̎̈́̈́́͐̀̃͋̀̅̈́̀̊͛̾̽͑͐͊̂͊̏̃̃̋͆̉̑́͐̀́͆͐͆̓̈́͌̓͋̄̅͐͂̊̀̊̾̓͊͑̂͌͛̄̽͌͂̊͒́̋̾̎̿̋̆̀̉͗̑̀̉͋̀̀͂́͒̏̉̍̃̂̅̓̾́̇͌̌̓͗̏͐̓̄͊͂̾̕̕̚͘̕̕͘͘͘̕͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅ.̶̧̡̢̡̨̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̯̹̟̲̬͓̖͓̩͈̞̲͓͚̠͙̥̠̤̣̞͚̘͉̝̼̻͙͓̝͍̙̯̞͖̼͕̪̙̼̟̝͍͖̞̭͉̮̦̝̖̺̤̤͇̟̘̈́̂̽̈̎̍̄̏̓̍̔̎̃̏͗͋͗̔̅͋̎͒̏͊̂̊͆͋͊̔͊̃̄͌̽͗͋̀̑̓̓̔̋́͐͋̓̆̅̎̄̉͑̈́͐̉̈͗̓̊̀̒̀̏̌͊̄̔̂̋̾̈́̍̈́́̑͋͆͐̍͛̾̐̉̽̑̿̂̐̒̆̅̈̂̈́̎͂̆̄͌̌̾͂̐̈́̀̾̏̍͌̀̾͑̄̆̔͒̉̉̇̀̍̔̀̈́́̔̓̉̾̉̓͋͂͐̉̍̌̆̈̎͛͑̈́͛̏̿́͑̓̍̓̈́̂͂̔̾̓̌́̾̾̐͌͒͐̈͊͋́̍͐͛̆͌̌͆̆̐̃̍̇̾́̆̑̽̄̇̏͒͆̒̕̕̚̕̚͘͘͘̚̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅ.̴̡̢̨̡̛̛̛̝̳̰͚͙͇̻̘͚͖̪̲̖̩͔͙͕̗̮̟͍̰͓̳͕̯̽̈̓̾̅́͑̂͒̅̓͒̔̑̋̃̍̿̓̂́̎̿̾͋̒̍̓̽͗̿̉̇͊̾̄̂̔̌̄̏̊͑́̍͆̇̈́̓̒͗̓́̀̊̆͗͂̿̋̂͌̃̐͛̈́͗̅̔̋́̈́̈́͋͌̂͂̽̈́̄̇̀̄͐͒̌̓͊̑͗͑͊̆́̅̓̊̂̋̀̅̄̑̆͛̀̆̉͌̅̅̋̅̀̍̏̎̊͑̏̇̀̏̓̉̆̃́̏̃̃̀̃̏̒̀̒̈̏̅̈́̈́̉͛̈́͌́̆̽͌̓̈́̀͊̀̓̈́̚͘͘͘͘̕͘̕̚̕̚͜͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝.̷̢̨̡̡̢̧̨̧̧̢̨̨̢̨̡̨̧̢̨̨̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̰͙̥̰͖͕̯̥͓̮̪͍̠̙͎̺̲̭̠͖͚̼͖̫̘̪̖̦͇̠͉͖̗̼͚̮̦̭̰̫̭̝̰̘̤͎̜̗̜͔̳͚͙̤̣͇̣̻̝̩̥̬̬͈̼̳̙̼͖͈̦͈͚̻̰̘̙̜̳̠̭͙͙̝͕̦͎̰͓̩̗̰͕̯̲̖̮͙͓̼̫͎̰̤̬̼̥̥̪̲̖͕͉̗̭̪̖͕̗̻̪̭͎͖̠̞͙̞̮̞͉̳͎͔͎͍̖̯̜͚͎͙̼̩͚͎͉͙͔̦̤̥̗̬̱̮͙̥̦͚̲̭̭̬̱̲̦̥̘͔̺̱̮̲͙̠̺̞̝̺͚͚̫̼̗̪̤͓͓̥̹̗͍̂͒̀̂̌̓͋̍̍̓͗̈́̍̉͗̀́̀̀̿̆̔̊̉͛̉̈́̽̀̿̈́̍̇̈́̏̈͒͊̀̾̀̉̅̌̓̓̽̀̑̍̃̓́͒̌̌̄̆̀̔̈́́̿̀͂͊̇̉̄̆͐́͒̀̑̓̿̎̔̑͌͛̍̾̌̅͐̊̇͐̆͒̆̾̽̽̀͒̊̍̂̽̓̿̐̈̌̄̉͆͒́̽̈̎͛̉̈́̀̒̈́͋̉́̆͂͌͊͆̿̏̈́̽̅͂́̑̀̎́̊̿͛̿͗̓̄̎̒̊͐̅̔̿̾̓͒͒̓̀̇̋̾̍̈̈́͑͆̽̉̽̒̅̔̃͛̈́͂̀̽́̍̂͋̾́͑̿̽͊̀͆̈́̐̓̆̎͒̀͂͌̄͊͐̌̀̽̽̓͒̿͑̄̑̅̉́͑̂̈͌͛͗́̂͘̕̕̕̚̚̕̕̕͘̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅ.̵̡̢̢̡̡̧̡̧̧̧̡̡̧̧̨̡̡̢̢̡̖̙̦͓̯̹̳̗͎͔͉̙̯̠͔̤̩͎̤͇̣̖̠̪̥̤͚̩̬̝̯̼̟̩̲̘̯̫̣̱̜̯̦͍̬̬̺̙̮̩̺̰̯̪̻͓̬̬̹̜̳͉̦̠͕͙̘̺͎̙̯̗̮̹͕̟͔͔̭̤̥̫̝̖̻͓͉̹̩̱͉̭͉̖̬̬͓̠̥̮̤̤̲̱̱̮̬͈̮̩̱̠̯̗̥͎̰̜̤̹͕̯̬̜̯͉͔̲͔̥̺̠͙̳̤̬͇̼̫̱̬̖̭̠̯̱̗͙̼̩̹̪̤̦̖͚͓̘̲̻̬̫͙͙̙̳͉̝̖̪̻̟̜̙̻̭͙̜̭̮̭͕͙̹̬͓̩̜͙̤̟̱̭͈̪͍͙̭̙͓̭̮̮̼̳͉͚̝̬̲͖̘̥̻̲̩̮̗̠̩̤̮͍̬̘̱̭̩̙̯̪̟̰̻̓͋̎͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝ͅ.̸̢̡̡̧̨̡̡̢̧̨̡̡̡̧̧̛̛̛̛̛̮̖̪̱͖͕̞̬̪̟̻̠̝̤͈͓̠͚̱̠̹͈͎͎͈͎͔̘͖̯̠̞̩̭͙͈̪̦̤̬̲̺̺̗͕̱͖̹̮̰̲̞̬̳̻͇̘͙͍̟͈͚̥̳͇̠̤̙̩̝̙̭͍̗͔͍͉̼̤̔̾͌̌̍́͛͐͑̀̂̊͐͒̅̃́͐͆̉̐̀͑͂̿͛͗̂̐̓͋̄̈́̓̊́̈́͛́̀̀̆͌͂͌̎̈́̐̐́̾̋̉͂̍́̉͋̋̈́͊͛̓̔̒̆̇͒̄̔̆͊͐̇̊̑̉̃̃̇̈̕͘̚͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅ.̸̨̡̢̢̨̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̹̻̙͈̹̬͓̦̠̭̹͉̠̬͙̗̎̄̉̐͊͌́͂̌͒̀̈́͛̋̒͐̅̄͒̈́͗́͊̓͒̍͐̈́̀͑̈́̆̆̈́̂̅̎̆͂̅̽̍̑̓͋͑̀̈́̾̀̎͌̏̅̓͒̃̾̑̄̀̓̍̒̐̓̀͑̑̌͌͗̀͊̉͑̐̄͐̓́̌̍̈́̏̋̐̈̍̈̄̀͗́̓̆́͊̂͌̌̐̃̂̒̆͂̀́͗͒̿̒̏́̔͑̒̉̀̊̓͒̄͌̊̏̌̌̈́͛̋͐͛̅̎̐̅͋̉̑̅̊̈́̋͒͒͛͐͗͛̓̌̐̅̊̀̅͌͑́̃̔͊̓͌̓̿̐̑̎͆̐̊͗̆̈́́͆̈́̇̏́̅̊͌̊́̎̆̔͐͆̔̄̐̓̽́̈̃̕̕̕͘͘͘̕̕̚͘̕̕͘͘̕̚̕̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝.̶̢̡̡̡̡̧̧̨̢̢̧̧̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͔̝͎̤͚͍̟̙̰͔͙̗̯͈͔͎̭͇̼̭̘͕͍͉̥͙͕͍͖͙̝̗̝̥̖̫̫̺̥͕̬̻͖̦̯̪͕͖̯͈̩͕͇̣̙͕̻͇͔̝̟̗͕̰̭̺̫̲͓̜͉̼̻͖̮̦̭̇̃̄͂̅͌͆̓̈́̾͂͛̆̑͊̃̈́́̽̇͗̈̍̒̅͂͌̈͐̊̈̑̊̊̓̈́̔̉̍̈̊̀̔͂̽̓̓̓̆͒͑̀̉͑̀̓̐̊̅͒̂̿̿̉̃̈́̓̎̋͋̒̿̿͒̉̍̊̇̃̀̿̅̔̑̋͆̔̇̏̓̈́̔͂͌̎̉̀͌̀̏̐̆͋́̒̏̀̑̽̆̋̀͗̏͛̒̀́̓́̍́̓̎̀͊̈̃̎̈́̌͌͒̎̾̀̃͂̒͒̉̎̏̈́͐̏́͐̂̾̓͊̽̓͆͋̈́͋͊̿̒̀̾͛̔̌̇͒̐́̀̃͋̔̎͐̎̄̍̂͐̾̏̅͗̍̾͛͐͌͌̌̽̽̾̅̍̿̉͑̊́̀͐̋̅̈́͌̀͐͆̑̒͑̾̏̉̀̊̈́͂͌̑̉̈́̀̾̏̍̈́̾̏̈́́̑̎̈́͊̐͆̽͆͘̕̕̚̕̕̚͘̕͘̕̚̚͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅ.̶̢̧̡̨̨̡̢̡̢̧̧̢̨̢̡̢̡̡̡̧̢̘͙͖̞̬̬̯͖̤̼͙͎̞̳̭̝̯͓̻̠̰͎͖̗̣̫̝̼̹̪̱̘̦̞̹̹̥̦̯̜͔̙̼͙͖̫̘͙̜͔̻̳̪͕͔͔̝̫̘̞̬̭̘̳̜̫̰̣̙̟̭̳͙̘̪̱̭͈̦̫͖͈̩̤̘͔̫̰̤͎͉̬̗̼̲͚͇̗̲̖̲̟̤̱̪̜̥̮͔͕͓̯̬̥̗͎̙͔͎̞͖͇̻̠̲͙̫͇̩͔̙̖̺̻͕͓͇̺̦̭̲̼̰̦͕̥̖̯̭̘͍͎̗̫̜̘͈̞̯̳͍̙̜̬̹͉̭͉̜͙̥͎̤̜̳̗͖̜͔̥̦̝̪̼͚͖̪̜̻̤̮̦͕̥̺͇̬͇̜̪͉̘̦̠̥̘̗̳̣̟̳̩̣̥͇̰͈͎͓͕̻̱͍̘͍̱͉̞͔͉̝̔̂̔̄̿̈́̆̆̐̃̍͒͑̈̌͐̇̇͒̏͆̈́̇̈́̿͂̈́̉͘̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ.̴̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̙̎̒̍̈́̋́̃̈̄͐̃̓̑̈̆̓͆̅͗͛͂͛̄̀́̄̑͂͗͑̏͛͊̀̽̅̒̇̊͋͑̐̐̒̈̈́͑̓͆̆̄͛̀̋̾̄̒̉̒͌̿̌̆̃͑̑͋̿͂̂͗̔̈́͋̈̒͂͋́̀̈́͗̑̈́͊̌̌́́̿̀̔̏̂͌͊̎̀̆͂͑͂́̍͒̌̆̓̽̾̈́̿͑̃̆̃̈́͂͛͌͌̀̿͋͐̍̀͊͗̔̏̿͆͌̔̂̾̀͒̀̄̉̌̀̓̒͐̑̆̓̓̈́̈̾̾͗͛̄́͒̄̏̑̿̏̿͑̈̉̀̑͂̌͐͂̉̓͐̇̉̑̈́͐͛̓̃͑̂͐̑͗́͆̊͐̿͗̃͌̐̄͆͐̔͋̿̇͑̆̈̿̈́͐̓̊̓͑̀̐̍̑͂̓̂̋͆̽͑̋̔̉̅̈́̈͊́͐̿̑͗͛̿͘̚͘̚͘̕̕͘̕̚̕̕̕̕͘̕̕̕͘͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅ.̸̧̢̢̨̨̨̧̡̧̨̢̨̢̨̧̧̨̢̢̨̡̨̛̛̳̝̱̝̲͚̙̺̩͈̻̫̘̹̻̤̟̠̗͎̥̳̝̦̰̬̙̣̜͎̯̮̠̝̲̜̙͈͖̦̝̤̖͇̼̯͎͔̝͔͔̜̼͎̜̙̳̻̟̮͚̞͕̖͚̬͖̺̣̹͇̮̮̫͍̖̻̗̬̤̭͍̺̙͚̻̦̺̝̯̤̦̘̮̰̲̣̖̲̻͎̖̰͓̬̘͎̦́̒̇͌̈̂̔͛̔͌̿͆̾͒͂̋̽̾̉̽͂̓́̔͋͂͌́̋̑̊̏̓͋͌͋̓̑̾̿̎̇̃͂̈̆̊̍̓͑̑̃̍̈́̓̀̿̌̉̀̀͆̾̂̑́̅̔̈͊͌͑̾̑͑̿̃͛̄͛́̍͒̏̓̿̏̓̄̂́̾̐̂͗̔͒͒̏͊͒̀͊̈́͂̒͛̉̽͛̾͐̉͛͆̽͗̒̎̀̓̓̇̀́͑̑̇́̔̇̓͆͂̊͛̽̀̓̿̆͌͗̅̽̚͘̚̕̚͘̚͘͘͘͘͘̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅ.̴̧̢̢̧̨̨̨̨̧̯̳̗͈̟̙̖̦͍͎̬͉̺͉̦͓̯͕͇̖̫͕͙̪͉̫̗͉̼͇͈̞̥̞̺͇͈̹̲͈̼̤̮̭̖̣͖̹̮̣̥͚̻̖͕͇̘̰̮̝͔̯̪̗̭̜̞̠̭͔̪̘͙̙̞̯̣̬̹͔̟͍̳̝͔̖̫̭͙̖̙͈̤̗̮̻͚́͑͊̌̈́̈́́̆͆̉́̒̆̍̍͂̽̈́̌͐͂́̑̍̀̄̄̋̒͋͐̓̌͊̓̋̓͒̑͆̿͒̔̓̾̍̑̃̀̀̒̌̕͘̚̚͘̕͜͝͠ͅ.̵̡̡̡̢̢̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̛͉͔̜͈͓͙̩͉̖̹̖̼͇̹̮̲͖̖͍͈̝̩̟͈͎͙̩̙̙̖̝͚͚̯̙̯͍̭̭̱͉͎̘̥̰͎̯̖̼̩͇̭̹̲̭͙̬̝̩̞̼̫̜̞͚̱̳̯̯̳͖̠̣̪̖͙̤̬̜̳͎̺̤̘̬̖̰̪͓̩͉̱̣͉͓͙̻̖̺͚͓̩͔̼̥͇͚͎͖̺͇̤̻̥̤̗̳̻͓͇̗͇͉͚̋͗̍͑̾̎̀̋́͆́̃̄͒̈̉̀͛̈́͂̄͂̓͑̋̽͆̎̅̾̃͆͊̽̃͑͛̊̎̓̾͑͌̇͂̃̌̾̐͗̎͆̏͗̑̐͌̓̅́̔́̈́̌̒̿͛͂͊̈́̀͗̃̀̉́̋͂̾́̊̿͛̂͗͂̓̆̑́̋̈́̏̂̈͛̉͑͛̈́̀̎́̍̒̊̿̿̈́̒̇́̉́̓̃̒̄̍̂̀̌̀͋̾̽̀͌̑̈́̑̈́̌̅̏̋̽̽̅͆̑̇̄̔̃̂͌̓͐̆̆̓̂͊͑͋̾̑̐̎͗̆̈͊̆̆̇͑͐̊̓̐́̄̈̈́̊͐̆̂͛̔͌͂̋̓̈̇͆̎̋̅̀̇̊̀̃̂́̽̍̅͑̌̆̀̑́̎̾̓̆̆̽̈͛̓̓̈́͛̉͛̓͛̏̉͗͘͘̕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December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well… Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.
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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "Stãbbing." 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 was…my partner…my 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 cûrsêd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvıl child— I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lįfe 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 house…her 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 speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 11 hr. ago daneylion I was told that I was getting too old to be a pilot and that this would be my last flight before retirement. I’m going to make sure for everyone on board that it’s their last flight too.
I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy
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As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag
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I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly. —stellarpath
r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they weren’t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 ♡♡♡
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago myymyy Rollercoaster "Mooooom, I don't like it. I want to get off!" I was a bit surprised. He had always been so brave. I was way more afraid than him when we got on. I never liked to be so high up from the ground. "This will be so much fun!", he had said when we were parking the car. I had kinda hoped he would be strong for both of us. "Oh honey, I'm sorry but we can't get off now, the ride has already started. But remember the small rollercoaster, in the park we went to when you were little? With the funny clown? This is just like that, only bigger. And remember how AWESOME it was?" My son looked at me with watery eyes. He had been so excited about this. I tried to swallow my own nervousness and keep talking to calm him down. My voice was shaking a bit, but I managed to put on a smile. "It's okay, it's okay. You might feel a bit funny in your stomach. It's because of the speed and the changes in the force that pushes you. It's normal! Listen, do you hear? Other people are scared too." He looked at me with his kind, blue eyes and nodded. Just barely. I wanted to hug him, but my back was pressing to the seat so heavily I couldn't move enough. So was his. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sun over my sons head. The sky was so bright. I tried to ignore the metallic clanging sound and people screaming somewhere that seemed to be so far away. Oh, how I missed the ground. Then I felt a big drop on my stomach. We were going faster and faster. My son started sobbing and I tightened my grib on his hand. I thought that he would become such a handsome man someday. He would end up having a good life, and marry a nice girl - or a guy, who knows? I didn't care as long as he was happy. That's all I wanted. For him to be happy and not scared. "Hey, you know what? Close your eyes. This will be over soon. I'm here. I'm not letting go." Someone behind us started to scream. I felt my blood run cold. I tried to keep my focus on the one thing that mattered: my sons hand and my calm voice that kept telling him that it was all going to be okay. Oh, he would become such a handsome man someday. But at this moment he was just a 6 year old boy on his first flight, going to surprise his grandparents all the way across the country. And the last thing I saw before I closed my own eyes, was the second engine on fire...
girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following ~♥~ уσυ нανє тσ тαкє тнє gσσ∂ ωιтн тнє вα∂, ѕмιℓє ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂, ℓσνє ωнαт уσυ gσт αη∂ яємємвєя ωнαт уσυ нα∂. αℓωαуѕ ƒσяgινє вυт ηєνєя ƒσяgєт, ℓєαяη ƒяσм уσυя мιѕтαкєѕ вυт ηєνєя яєgяєт, ρєσρℓє ¢нαηgє, тнιηgѕ gσ ωяσηg, ѕσ נυѕт яємємвєя тнαт ℓιƒє gσєѕ ση...~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαηт тσ вє яємємвєяє∂ αѕ тнє σηє ωнσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓєѕ єνєη ωнєη нєя нєαят ιѕ вяσкєη, αη∂ тнє σηє ωнσ ωσυℓ∂ αℓωαуѕ вяιgнтєη υρ уσυя ∂αу, єνєη ωнєη ѕнє ¢συℓ∂η’т вяιgнтєη υρ нєя σωη ~♥~ ~♥~ ωє єηנσу ωαямтн вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ¢σℓ∂. ωє αρρяє¢ιαтє ℓιgнт вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ιη ∂αякηєѕѕ. ву тнє ѕαмє тαкєη, ωє ¢αη єχρєяιєη¢є נσу...вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє кησωη ѕα∂ηєѕѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ ∂ση'т єνєя gινє υρ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ тяу, ∂ση'т єνєя ωιρє уσυя тєαяѕ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ ¢яу. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕєттℓє ƒσя αη αηѕωєя ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ кησω. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕαу уσυ ∂ση'т ℓσνє нιм ιƒ уσυ ¢αη'т ℓєт нιм gσ ~♥~ ~♥~ ƒσя єνєяу вєαυту тнєяє ιѕ αη єує ѕσмєωнєяє тσ ѕєє ιт. ƒσя єνєяу тяυтн тнєяє ιѕ αη єαя ѕσмєωнєяє тσ нєαя ιт. ƒσя єνєяу ℓσνє тнєяє ιѕ α нєαят ѕσмєωнєяє тσ яє¢єινє ιт ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ¢яα¢кѕ ιη тнє ¢ση¢яєтє яємιη∂ тнαт ησ мαттєя нσω ѕтяσηg уσυ αяє, уσυ ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ ƒαℓℓ αραят αт ѕσмє ρσιηт ιη уσυя ℓιƒє ~♥~ ~♥~ ηєνєя ƒяσωη...єνєη ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂ '¢αυѕє уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη ѕσмєσηє'ѕ ƒαℓℓιηg ιη ℓσνє ωιтн уσυя ѕмιℓє ~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαℓкє∂ тняσυgн тнє нαℓℓωαу нσℓ∂ιηg му ωяιѕтѕ, нσριηg ησ σηє ωιℓℓ ѕєє мє ℓιкє тнιѕ. нє ℓσσкѕ αт мє, ѕ¢αяє∂ ωнαт нє'ℓℓ ƒιη∂. нє ηєνєя тнσυgнт ι нα∂ тнєѕє тнιηgѕ ιη мιη∂. нє αѕкѕ мє, "...ιѕ тнєяє αηу мσяє؟" ℓσσкιηg αт нιм ωιтн тєαяѕ ιη му єуєѕ ι ωнιѕρєя α ѕιмρℓє яєρℓу,...'єνєя ωση∂єяє∂ ωнαт вяα¢єℓєтѕ ωєяє ƒσя'..؟ ~♥~ ~♥~ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє мυѕт вє нυят ιη σя∂єя тσ gяσω, ƒαℓℓ ιη σя∂єя тσ кησω, ℓσѕє ιη σя∂єя тσ gαιη. αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє нανє тσ вє вяσкєη ѕσ ωє ¢αη вє ωнσℓє αgαιη ♥~ ~♥~ ησт єνєη мαкє υρ ¢συℓ∂ мαкє нєя вєαυтιƒυℓ...вє¢αυѕє яєαℓ вєαυту ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓσνιηg уσυяѕєℓƒ αη∂ тнαт'ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg ѕнє ¢αη ηєνєя ∂σ ~♥~ ~♥~ яєαℓ тєαяѕ αяє ησт тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє єуєѕ αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ƒα¢є вυт αяє тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє нєαят αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ѕσυℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ℓєαяη тσ αρρяє¢ιαтє тнє яαιηвσω αƒтєя ¢υяѕιηg тнє яαιη. ιт’ѕ נυѕт ℓιкє ℓσνιηg αgαιη αƒтєя єχρєяιєη¢ιηg тнє ραιη ~♥~ ~♥~ уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη уσυ ωιℓℓ ℓσѕє ѕσмєσηє, ѕσ gяαв тнєм αη∂ тєℓℓ тнєм тнαт уσυ ¢αяє ησω вє¢αυѕє ιт мιgнт вє тнє ℓαѕт тιмє уσυ ωιℓℓ єνєя вє αвℓє тσ ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ѕку ιѕη'т αℓωαуѕ вℓυє. тнє ѕυη ∂σєѕη'т αℓωαуѕ ѕнιηє. ѕσ ιт'ѕ σкαу тσ ƒαℓℓ αραят ѕσмєтιмєѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ мσѕт σƒ тнє ιмρσятαηт тнιηgѕ ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂ нανє вєєη α¢¢σмρℓιѕнє∂ ву ρєσρℓє ωнσ нανє кєρт ση тяуιηg ωнєη тнєяє ѕєємє∂ тσ вє ησ нσρє αт αℓℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят, тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє ѕσυℓ, тєαяѕ ƒяσм єνєяуωнєяє, тнєу тαкє ¢σηтяσℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg gяєαт, ησ σηє єνєя ѕєємѕ тσ яємємвєя, вυт ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg ωяσηg, ησ σηє ¢αη єνєя ѕєєм тσ ƒσяgєт ~♥~ girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following
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 don’t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I don’t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I don’t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them. I don’t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, I’ll never know why she made me call her Mother.
‘Ylim3’ By IPostAtMidnight I've found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighbourhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.
The End From Redditor u/MrCookieCutter: For the first time in recorded history, no humans died today. Granted, that's because the last one died yesterday.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago CalebVanPoneisen While tidying up my girlfriend’s apartment I found a purple diary labelled “Boyfriends Whom Dare to Look”. Unable to resist the temptation my heart raced, at the sight of names and dates marked with red but before I could fully process it's meaning, a voice be- hind me chuckled “It’s time to break up,” as a sharp object pierced my back.
WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago AnonymousNeverKnown ↓ I chuckled to myself, changing the 'is" to "was" on celebrities' wikipedia pages when they weren't dead. Imagine my horror when I saw breaking news about a plane crash, killing those very celebrities.
22 years ago, a 16 year old girl was pregnant with a baby. Understanding the circumstances, her parents told her to abort or be disowned. Her best friend - her 18 year old neighbour - although he was not the father, stepped into the father figures shoes. They got married 2 years later. Mom and Dad, your love for me, and for each other, GMH. Dec 1st, 2014
I was at my friends house, whose 5yr old little brother died very recently due to a fire. He lived with his aunt and uncle. At dinner, his 4yr old cousin blessed the meal. "Dear God, thank you for this meal. And I know your keeping Brenden safe. Never stop playing with him. Amen." Little kids GMH Mar 23, 2011 at 11:30pm by Carly, AR
https://www.bassettbranches.org/tng/getperson.php?personID=I9186&tree=14B Francis Edmund Bessette Male 1904 - 1917 (~ 12 years) Name Francis Edmund Bessette Father Augustin Seymour Bessette, b. 1870, d. 28 Aug 1948 (Age 78 years) Mother Marie Louise Poulin Born Jul 1904 Richford, Vermont Gender Male Died 1917 Richford, Vermont The Bennington Evening Banner, Friday, October 10, 1919 Boy Suffocates In Elevator Head Forced Between Knees When Caught in Pit by Descending Car Richford, Oct. 8 ? Edmund (Edward?) Bessette, the 15-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Bessette, died of suffocation shortly after six o?clock tonight in a very unusual accident, his body being caught between the bottom of an elevator pit and the descending elevator, which forced his head between his knees and shut off his breath. The accident happened as the lad went down to the basement of the Sweat Comings building for the purpose of getting some cracked ice to put in ice cream tanks for he Corliss Candy Kitchen where he was emplo9yed after school hours. The buckets were filled with ice and it is supposed that the boy pulled the cable starting the elevator down and it pushed him under it. The accident was discovered when the boy failed to show up. H.H. Comings, first selectman, and Dr. R. M. Pelton were summoned and removed the body to the undertaking rooms of Powell & Comings, where and examination was held. No broken bones or even abrasions were discovered on the body and death was found due to suffocation. Buried All Saints Cemetery, Richford, Vermont https://www.bassettbranches.org/tng/getperson.php?personID=I9186&tree=14B
In 1989 a woman gave birth to a girl who had down syndrome, and a hole in her heart and stomach. She died 3 years later. Her next child was miscarried. She got pregnant again and was told to have an abortion that refused even though she knew the risks were high for her and the baby. Here I am 14 years later, perfectly healthy. Mom, your LGMH Dec 1st, 2014
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago netflixandskill my son was reported missing last week they found him but it's not my son
I thought telling the genie “I want to live forever” But the universe went dark 3 billion years ago by douggold11
“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in- front of the mirror, there was no one staring back at me.” -Lucas Smelser
“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield
r/TwoSentenceHorror 11 hr. ago SkullStar “I only want two kids; no more, no less”, my husband reassured me as I smiled. The twins went inside the house and as my husband's pregnant mistress crossed the street, my foot pressed on the gas pedal.
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A aͣ bͣ cͣ dͣ eͣ fͣ gͣ hͣ iͣ jͣ kͣ lͣ mͣ nͣ oͣ pͣ qͣ rͣ sͣ tͣ uͣ vͣ wͣ xͣ yͣ zͣ E aͤ bͤ cͤ dͤ eͤ fͤ gͤ hͤ iͤ jͤ kͤ lͤ mͤ nͤ oͤ pͤ qͤ rͤ sͤ tͤ uͤ vͤ wͤ xͤ yͤ zͤ I aͥ bͥ cͥ dͥ eͥ fͥ gͥ hͥ iͥ jͥ kͥ lͥ mͥ nͥ oͥ pͥ qͥ rͥ sͥ tͥ uͥ vͥ wͥ xͥ yͥ zͥ O aͦ bͦ cͦ dͦ eͦ fͦ gͦ hͦ iͦ jͦ kͦ lͦ mͦ nͦ oͦ pͦ qͦ rͦ sͦ tͦ uͦ vͦ wͦ xͦ yͦ zͦ U aͧ bͧ cͧ dͧ eͧ fͧ gͧ hͧ iͧ jͧ kͧ lͧ mͧ nͧ oͧ pͧ qͧ rͧ sͧ tͧ uͧ vͧ wͧ xͧ yͧ zͧ C aͨ bͨ cͨ dͨ eͨ fͨ gͨ hͨ iͨ jͨ kͨ lͨ mͨ nͨ oͨ pͨ qͨ rͨ sͨ tͨ uͨ vͨ wͨ xͨ yͨ zͨ D aͩ bͩ cͩ dͩ eͩ fͩ gͩ hͩ iͩ jͩ kͩ lͩ mͩ nͩ oͩ pͩ qͩ rͩ sͩ tͩ uͩ vͩ wͩ xͩ yͩ zͩ H aͪ bͪ cͪ dͪ eͪ fͪ gͪ hͪ iͪ jͪ kͪ lͪ mͪ nͪ oͪ pͪ qͪ rͪ sͪ tͪ uͪ vͪ wͪ xͪ yͪ zͪ M aͫ bͫ cͫ dͫ eͫ fͫ gͫ hͫ iͫ jͫ kͫ lͫ mͫ nͫ oͫ pͫ qͫ rͫ sͫ tͫ uͫ vͫ wͫ xͫ yͫ zͫ R aͬ bͬ cͬ dͬ eͬ fͬ gͬ hͬ iͬ jͬ kͬ lͬ mͬ nͬ oͬ pͬ qͬ rͬ sͬ tͬ uͬ vͬ wͬ xͬ yͬ zͬ T aͭ bͭ cͭ dͭ eͭ fͭ gͭ hͭ iͭ jͭ kͭ lͭ mͭ nͭ oͭ pͭ qͭ rͭ sͭ tͭ uͭ vͭ wͭ xͭ yͭ zͭ V aͮ bͮ cͮ dͮ eͮ fͮ gͮ hͮ iͮ jͮ kͮ lͮ mͮ nͮ oͮ pͮ qͮ rͮ sͮ tͮ uͮ vͮ wͮ xͮ yͮ zͮ X aͯ bͯ cͯ dͯ eͯ fͯ gͯ hͯ iͯ jͯ kͯ lͯ mͯ nͯ oͯ pͯ qͯ rͯ sͯ tͯ uͯ vͯ wͯ xͯ yͯ zͯ
2020 ACS 2012 ACS 2018 USPSTF Age 21‒24 No screening Pap test every 3 years Pap test every 3 years Age 25‒29 HPV test every 5 years (preferred) , HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) or Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years Pap test every 3 years Age 30‒65 HPV test every 5 years (preferred) or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) or HPV/Pap cotest every 3 years (preferred) Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years, HPV test every 5 years, or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years Age 65 and older No screening if a series of prior tests were normal No screening if a series of prior tests were normal No screening if a series of prior tests were normal and not at high risk for cancer
i destroy everything i touch i destroy everything i touch i destroy everything i touch i̴ ̴d̶e̵s̵t̵r̸o̴y̸ ̷e̴v̸e̸r̵y̷t̶h̸i̴n̷g̵ ̸i̸ ̸t̴o̵u̵c̶h̴ i̴ ̴d̶e̵s̵t̵r̸o̴y̸ ̷e̴v̸e̸r̵y̷t̶h̸i̴n̷g̵ ̸i̸ ̸ t̴o̵u̵c̶h̴ i̴͔̅ ̶͔̈d̷̛͉e̵͇̕ś̷ͅt̴͙̄r̷̗̈o̵̗͐ÿ̷͎ ̴͖͐ě̴̱v̷̖͂è̵̲r̷̲̃y̷̫͑t̷͕̔h̵̥͠i̴̗͗n̷̙̈́g̷̮̕ ̵͙̽i̴̛͖ ̴͓̄t̵̙͐ỏ̴̭u̶̗͝c̵̗͛ȟ̷̫ i̴͔̅ ̶͔̈d̷̛͉e̵͇̕ś̷ͅt̴͙̄r̷̗̈o̵̗͐ÿ̷͎ ̴͖͐ě̴̱v̷̖͂è̵̲r̷̲̃y̷̫͑t̷͕̔h̵̥͠i̴̗͗n̷̙̈́g̷̮̕ ̵͙̽i̴̛͖ ̴͓̄t̵̙͐ỏ̴̭u̶̗͝c̵̗͛ȟ̷̫ i̵͕͠ ̵̳̋̓d̴̫͒e̶̢͍̅s̸̨̉ẗ̶͓́̃r̴̲̂̀o̶̯̍y̶̨̽ ė̴̻̈́v̶͈͎̍ẹ̴͍̿ȑ̶̖̼͋y̵̛̜ṱ̴̛͝h̸͇̅́i̵̛̝͠n̷̡͘g̶͍̎̂ ̶̢̮̆̉i̶̤̓ ̷̺̲̈ẗ̴̨̙ơ̵̖̏ủ̷̱͓c̷̟̞̒͝h̴͔̩̿ i̵͙̪̇̉̚ͅ ̴̨̹͘ď̷̯͊͝ë̶̯̇ͅs̸̜͌̕͜͝t̶͍̞̠̒͘ȑ̷̠̙̦̄ȯ̴̳̻ỹ̴̟̒͝ ̵͎̈́͆e̵̖̜̓̉v̶̟̜̠͂̔̕ę̸̬̈̄ͅŕ̷̢̠͚̇ỳ̷̮̚͠ţ̶́̌h̵̺̑͋ĩ̷̥̉͋n̵̬͓̱̋̀ğ̷̩̫̈͝ ̷̣͈̫̔͛i̵̱̼͒͊ ̷͙̉t̵̪̞͕̐̀̍o̵̧̿͊u̸͈͙̾͒̚c̸̻͎͝h̸̺̐́̚i̵͙̪̇̉̚ͅ ̴̨̹͘ď̷̯͊͝ë̶̯̇ͅs̸̜͌̕͜͝t̶͍̞̠̒͘ȑ̷̠̙̦̄ȯ̴̳̻ỹ̴̟̒͝ ̵͎̈́͆e̵̖̜̓̉v̶̟̜̠͂̔̕ę̸̬̈̄ͅŕ̷̢̠͚̇ỳ̷̮̚͠ţ̶́̌h̵̺̑͋ĩ̷̥̉͋n̵̬͓̱̋̀ğ̷̩̫̈͝ ̷̣͈̫̔͛i̵̱̼͒͊ ̷͙̉ t̵̪̞͕̐̀̍o̵̧̿͊u̸͈͙̾͒̚c̸̻͎͝h̸̺̐́̚ ȉ̶͚͙͙ ̵̳͑d̷̡̀e̷̮̖͔͇̭͌s̶̹̮͕̔͒̌̑t̷͕͗͗r̵̖̆o̶̻͛̎͊̚y̶͍̓͒̒ ̷̻̃ẹ̸̡͈͈͉̓̎̂̓̎v̶̛̺̼̬̌̿ę̶̤̫̝͍͆̿͋͐̚r̶̟̃̑̄y̷͇͍̜̳̑̉̂͋ͅt̷̤̥̣̍̀̿͘ͅh̵̝̖̔̐̽̓i̶̯̘̇̈́̕͠n̷̦̥͙͔̰̐̒g̵͓̜̰͆̒̑͑͜ ̸͍͋͆̃ì̸̹̫̪͓̐ͅ ̵̨͕̹̗̽͑̈́́͘t̸̹̒ö̸̯̻̠͍́̄̎ͅȗ̴̝͋̈́̍ͅc̵̖̿͆h̷̪̐̇́͝ į̴̤͇̈́̍͝ ̷̌̆̈́͐ͅd̷̗̯͈̰̘̦̆͊̚è̷͍̯̭̯̏̑͑̉͜s̶̛͔̙̭͎̝͛̔̂̒̕t̴̢̖̞͍̃͗ŕ̵̦̃̏o̶̦̅ý̷̼͉̗̌͋̃̉̏̌ ̵̟̫̪̣̝̽̃́͊̌̉e̷̬̟̥̱̥͕̽̉̿v̴̧̱̺͈̓́̀̆ȩ̸̢̻̙̖̹͋̔r̸͈͆̾͐̈́̐͘ȳ̷̰͉͙̄͂͝t̵̖͑͑̓̉̀͝h̸̟̃̔̍i̴̤͚̺̣̲͐͆̐́̎̃n̵̻̎͛͂͂͗̑͝g̵̨͕͚͆̿̃̇͠ͅ ̵͙̗̀̀̑̋͊͛̚ī̵͎ ̷̧͇̬̪̥͕͘t̶̨̉̃́̐́̓͝o̴̖͈̱̐̒͠ú̷̖̟͕c̷̥̝̝̬̻̿͆͝ḩ̵̤͎̠͆̔͜ į̴̤͇̈́̍͝ ̷̌̆̈́͐ͅd̷̗̯͈̰̘̦̆͊̚è̷͍̯̭̯̏̑͑̉͜s̶̛͔̙̭͎̝͛̔̂̒̕t̴̢̖̞͍̃͗ŕ̵̦̃̏o̶̦̅ý̷̼͉̗̌͋̃̉̏̌ ̵̟̫̪̣̝̽̃́͊̌̉ e̷̬̟̥̱̥͕̽̉̿v̴̧̱̺͈̓́̀̆ȩ̸̢̻̙̖̹͋̔r̸͈͆̾͐̈́̐͘ȳ̷̰͉͙̄͂͝t̵̖͑͑̓̉̀͝h̸̟̃̔̍i̴̤͚̺̣̲͐͆̐́̎̃n̵̻̎͛͂͂͗̑͝g̵̨͕͚͆̿̃̇͠ͅ ̵͙̗̀̀̑̋͊͛̚ī̵͎ ̷̧͇̬̪̥͕͘t̶̨̉̃́̐́̓͝o̴̖͈̱̐̒͠ú̷̖̟͕c̷̥̝̝̬̻̿͆͝ḩ̵̤͎̠͆̔͜ i̴̘̯̦̹̪̯̝̋͗̾͊̀͝͝ ̴͍̥͕́͆̊̈̕̚͝͝d̷̢̻͇̳̾͜ę̴̨̡̜̻̫̙͐͌́͋͛͋̍͜s̶̝̱͚̔t̸̡̛̺̖̙͒̓̐̀͑r̸̻͓͐̽̀͝͝o̶̧͇̜͂̏́̌͊͒y̷̰͍̦̰̯̭͙͆̄͂͐͋͋̕͝ ̸̝̣̺̫͈̑́̉e̶̥͇̙̹̼͛̆̀v̶̡̡̛̮̤͔̯̟̽̄͘e̷̙̭̥̞̜̝͕̤̋̎́̇͆̒̃̕r̸͙͙͓̗̾̿̋͗͜y̶̥̔͝ͅt̶̙̤̺̮̽̾͐̍́͠͝ĥ̴̨̭͖̙̰̯̗̒͂͝ǐ̴̱̹͇̘̫̣̟̦̉͛n̸̨͔̍̚͝ğ̵̖͕͚͔̋̐̏̆̋͠ ̸̲̰͇̼̞͗͌̑į̶̨͕̪̜̱̍̌̔̿́̆̕ͅͅ ̴̳̹͉̦͍̻͒̈́̈́̆̓̈́͛̉t̷̖̰̜̥̖̯̅̃̑͌͊̄̈́̃o̵̜͇͖̣̲͛̎͋̃̔͗͛u̶̺̼͌͛͒̽̄͋́c̴̳̼̠̞̤̐̃̀̐̆͐h̵̖̘̫̲̬́͗̈́̚̚͝ i̴̘̯̦̹̪̯̝̋͗̾͊̀͝͝ ̴͍̥͕́͆̊̈̕̚͝͝d̷̢̻͇̳̾͜ę̴̨̡̜̻̫̙͐͌́͋͛͋̍͜s̶̝̱͚̔t̸̡̛̺̖̙͒̓̐̀͑r̸̻͓͐̽̀͝͝o̶̧͇̜͂̏́̌͊͒y̷̰͍̦̰̯̭͙͆̄͂͐͋͋̕͝ ̸̝̣̺̫͈̑́̉e̶̥͇̙̹̼͛̆̀v̶̡̡̛̮̤͔̯̟̽̄͘e̷̙̭̥̞̜̝͕̤̋̎́̇͆̒̃̕r̸͙͙͓̗̾̿̋͗͜y̶̥̔͝ͅt̶̙̤̺̮̽̾͐̍́͠͝ĥ̴̨̭͖̙̰̯̗̒͂͝ǐ̴̱̹͇̘̫̣̟̦̉͛n̸̨͔̍̚͝ğ̵̖͕͚͔̋̐̏̆̋͠ ̸̲̰͇̼̞͗͌̑į̶̨͕̪̜̱̍̌̔̿́̆̕ͅͅ ̴̳̹͉̦͍̻͒̈́̈́̆̓̈́͛̉ t̷̖̰̜̥̖̯̅̃̑͌͊̄̈́̃o̵̜͇͖̣̲͛̎͋̃̔͗͛u̶̺̼͌͛͒̽̄͋́c̴̳̼̠̞̤̐̃̀̐̆͐h̵̖̘̫̲̬́͗̈́̚̚͝ì̶͇͈̭̱̪͔͖̕͜͜ͅ ̴̫̞̺̰͍̀͗̍̒́͌͝d̶̡̹̪͙̞̮͕͔͒̈́̋̚ȩ̶̨̦̣͙͕̟̊̿͑̍̿̇̈̊͠͝ş̸͖̱̱͚̜̳̥̑̄̓͊͂͋̒͝ͅt̶̛̫̙͇̥̦̃͂̈́̂̏͂̊r̶͔͐͋̏̑̑́͋̿͑ǒ̵̜͇̒̿͗̓̿̓y̷̗̞͎͆̚ ̶̬̑͛̏̀͊̔̇͊͐̌ę̷̨̮̥̰̪̩̝̪̍͝ͅv̸̯̞̺͇͚̬̰̖̩̂͋̆̄͘͝ͅȩ̴̨̹̥̥̙̪͈̌̈͛̋͂͛̀̔r̵̛̖̠͈̊̈͆̐̏̍̈́̈́͊y̴̡̧̢̨͕̼̖̰̿̐́̚̚t̸̨͍͉͍͍̫̫͊̈́͝h̸̢̲͎̐̈̋̐̀͌̉̄͝͝i̴̠̝͓͋͜͝ņ̵̧̼̞͍̼͚͓͚̌́́̆̅̆̾͐̌̊g̸̮͙͓͔͍̲̦͑͐́͌̀͘ ̴̡͖̑̈́̓̊i̴̯͓̼̼̳̹͇̘͔̾̑͆ ̴̱̓̽̄̀̋͠͝͝ṯ̵̢͕̙̜̤̉̋͗̎̑͑̓̃͘ò̸̘̺̤͍̟͎̎ṳ̶̧̢̨̒c̶͕͋͂̑́̋̀h̴̨̜̞̻̫͕͌̊̊̔̔͂̀͋̚͘ì̶͇͈̭̱̪͔͖̕͜͜ͅ ̴̫̞̺̰͍̀͗̍̒́͌͝d̶̡̹̪͙̞̮͕͔͒̈́̋̚ȩ̶̨̦̣͙͕̟̊̿͑̍̿̇̈̊͠͝ş̸͖̱̱͚̜̳̥̑̄̓͊͂͋̒͝ͅt̶̛̫̙͇̥̦̃͂̈́̂̏͂̊r̶͔͐͋̏̑̑́͋̿͑ǒ̵̜͇̒̿͗̓̿̓y̷̗̞͎͆̚ ̶̬̑͛̏̀͊̔̇͊͐̌ę̷̨̮̥̰̪̩̝̪̍͝ͅv̸̯̞̺͇͚̬̰̖̩̂͋̆̄͘͝ͅȩ̴̨̹̥̥̙̪͈̌̈͛̋͂͛̀̔r̵̛̖̠͈̊̈͆̐̏̍̈́̈́͊y̴̡̧̢̨͕̼̖̰̿̐́̚̚t̸̨͍͉͍͍̫̫͊̈́͝h̸̢̲͎̐̈̋̐̀͌̉̄͝͝i̴̠̝͓͋͜͝ņ̵̧̼̞͍̼͚͓͚̌́́̆̅̆̾͐̌̊g̸̮͙͓͔͍̲̦͑͐́͌̀͘ ̴̡͖̑̈́̓̊i̴̯͓̼̼̳̹͇̘͔̾̑͆ ̴̱̓̽̄̀̋͠͝͝ṯ̵̢͕̙̜̤̉̋͗̎̑͑̓̃͘ò̸̘̺̤͍̟͎̎ṳ̶̧̢̨̒c̶͕͋͂̑́̋̀h̴̨̜̞̻̫͕͌̊̊̔̔͂̀͋̚͘ì̶͇͈̭̱̪͔͖̕͜͜ͅ ̴̫̞̺̰͍̀͗̍̒́͌͝d̶̡̹̪͙̞̮͕͔͒̈́̋̚ȩ̶̨̦̣͙͕̟̊̿͑̍̿̇̈̊͠͝ş̸͖̱̱͚̜̳̥̑̄̓͊͂͋̒͝ͅt̶̛̫̙͇̥̦̃͂̈́̂̏͂̊r̶͔͐͋̏̑̑́͋̿͑ǒ̵̜͇̒̿͗̓̿̓y̷̗̞͎͆̚ ę̷̨̮̥̰̪̩̝̪̍͝ͅv̸̯̞̺͇͚̬̰̖̩̂͋̆̄͘͝ͅȩ̴̨̹̥̥̙̪͈̌̈͛̋͂͛̀̔r̵̛̖̠͈̊̈͆̐̏̍̈́̈́͊y̴̡̧̢̨͕̼̖̰̿̐́̚̚t̸̨͍͉͍͍̫̫͊̈́͝h̸̢̲͎̐̈̋̐̀͌̉̄͝͝i̴̠̝͓͋͜͝ņ̵̧̼̞͍̼͚͓͚̌́́̆̅̆̾͐̌̊g̸̮͙͓͔͍̲̦͑͐́͌̀͘ ̴̡͖̑̈́̓̊i̴̯͓̼̼̳̹͇̘͔̾̑͆ ̴̱̓̽̄̀̋͠͝͝ṯ̵̢͕̙̜̤̉̋͗̎̑͑̓̃͘ò̸̘̺̤͍̟͎̎ṳ̶̧̢̨̒c̶͕͋͂̑́̋̀h̴̨̜̞̻̫͕͌̊̊̔̔͂̀͋̚͘ ì̷̞̳̜͎̀͂̎̄̀̑͊̔́͝͝ ̷̨͕͉̖̼͇̯̖͉̗̔̈́́d̴̨̳̮̦͖͔͙̟̙̒͌̒̓͂e̶̞̠̹̗̺̙̩͙̲̭̻͌s̶̡̞̼̾̓͒͐̓̀̍͌́̈́͘͝t̸̳̖̠̣̭̗̺̦̉̀r̵͍͉̤͇̭̬̘̖̐̀̀ǫ̸̨͔͓̣͇̦̯̔ͅy̸̨̧̪̮̰̠̠̦̐̋̇̄̈̈́̕͜͝ ̴̢͕̣̮̲̲̼̖͉̟͓͍͗̽̅͆͝è̶̟̙͍͆̎̕̕͝ṿ̵̧̥̺̈́̂̀̂͝e̵̢̧̳̦̭̣̥͍͌̋̋͑́̔͑͜ͅŕ̶̡̨̫̪̝͈̙̰̩̜̣̽̀̈̉́̎̈́́̚̕ŷ̸̮̱̮͇͕͙̙̇̇̀͋͒̈̌ţ̷͉̲͉̱͚̳̩̯͋̊̌̿̕ͅẖ̶̦̜̣̤͍̗̱͉͋͒̈́̒̈́̑i̷͕͚͔̦͆͒̐̌͊̄n̷̨͔̞̗̹͉̯͋̋̽̾͊g̴̛̠̬̳̺̭̱͆͋͋̉͠ ̸̧̞̺̞̞̰̮̳͇̟̾̈́̂̋̄͜i̴̡̥̯̺̮͈͎̝̦͔̰̎̇͐̂̽̎ ̵̛̼̠̪̱̌́͂t̷̡̢̞͎̫̦͓̘͔̉͒̋̾̅̍̎̄ö̷̱̠̱̹̤͉͉́̌̀̄͛͒̃̐̚̕u̵͇͈̝̙̳̬̼͚̖͈̠̟̅̀̄͌͂̆͌͋̊͝c̶̺̅̉͠h̸̢̛̯͒̀̑́̔̓̀̋̉̐ ì̷̞̳̜͎̀͂̎̄̀̑͊̔́͝͝ ̷̨͕͉̖̼͇̯̖͉̗̔̈́́d̴̨̳̮̦͖͔͙̟̙̒͌̒̓͂e̶̞̠̹̗̺̙̩͙̲̭̻͌s̶̡̞̼̾̓͒͐̓̀̍͌́̈́͘͝t̸̳̖̠̣̭̗̺̦̉̀r̵͍͉̤͇̭̬̘̖̐̀̀ǫ̸̨͔͓̣͇̦̯̔ͅy̸̨̧̪̮̰̠̠̦̐̋̇̄̈̈́̕͜͝ ̴̢͕̣̮̲̲̼̖͉̟͓͍͗̽̅͆͝è̶̟̙͍͆̎̕̕͝ṿ̵̧̥̺̈́̂̀̂͝e̵̢̧̳̦̭̣̥͍͌̋̋͑́̔͑͜ͅŕ̶̡̨̫̪̝͈̙̰̩̜̣̽̀̈̉́̎̈́́̚̕ŷ̸̮̱̮͇͕͙̙̇̇̀͋͒̈̌ţ̷͉̲͉̱͚̳̩̯͋̊̌̿̕ͅẖ̶̦̜̣̤͍̗̱͉͋͒̈́̒̈́̑i̷͕͚͔̦͆͒̐̌͊̄n̷̨͔̞̗̹͉̯͋̋̽̾͊g̴̛̠̬̳̺̭̱͆͋͋̉͠ ̸̧̞̺̞̞̰̮̳͇̟̾̈́̂̋̄͜i̴̡̥̯̺̮͈͎̝̦͔̰̎̇͐̂̽̎ ̵̛̼̠̪̱̌́͂ t̷̡̢̞͎̫̦͓̘͔̉͒̋̾̅̍̎̄ö̷̱̠̱̹̤͉͉́̌̀̄͛͒̃̐̚̕u̵͇͈̝̙̳̬̼͚̖͈̠̟̅̀̄͌͂̆͌͋̊͝c̶̺̅̉͠h̸̢̛̯͒̀̑́̔̓̀̋̉̐
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.
July 1974, Neville Ebbin was knocked off his small motorcycle and killed by a taxi in Hamilton, Bermuda.⠀ 🚩⠀ One year later in July 1975, his brother, Erskine Lawrence Ebbin was knocked off the same motorcycle by the same taxi with the same driver, carrying the same passenger, on the same street that had killed his brother, Neville.⠀ ⠀ Both brothers were 17 when they died.
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nondivisable some of yall need to understand that "my bødy, my chøice" also applies to: addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting phys dısabled people who deny medical treatment neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality dısorder) trans people who want or don't want to medically transition and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase
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