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“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.

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.

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Tuesday 6 November 2012 Cool SMS → ωнєη уσυ вєℓιєνє ιη ѕσмєσηє ∂єєρℓу, мιѕ-υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιηgѕ αяιѕє, вυт ∂ση’т ƒєєℓ ƒσя ιт… вє¢αυѕє ѕσмє мιѕ-υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιηgѕ αяє ηєє∂є∂ ƒσя gσσ∂ υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιηg.. → ιƒ ι ¢συℓ∂ ρυℓℓ ∂σωη тнє яαιηвσω ι ωσυℓ∂ ωяιтє υя ηαмє ωιтн ιт & ρυт ιт вα¢к ιη тнє ѕку тσ ℓєт єνєяувσ∂у кησω нσω ¢σℓσяƒυℓ му ℓιƒє ιѕ ωιтн α ƒяιєη∂ ℓιкє υ!! → тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ тσσ ѕнσят тσ мαкє αη∂ α¢¢єℓєяαтє яєℓαтισηѕ, вυт ι ∂ση’т кησω ωну ρєσρℓє вяєαк тнє ∂єνєℓσρє∂ яєℓαтισηѕ. тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ тσσ ѕнσят тσ ѕαу ѕσмєтнιηg тσ ℓσνє∂ σηєѕ, вυт ι ∂ση’т кησω ωну ρєσρℓє кєєρ ѕιℓєη¢є ƒσя α ℓσηg ρєяισ∂. тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ тσσ ѕнσят тσ мαкє яєαℓ ƒяιєη∂ѕ, вυт ι ∂ση’т кησω ωну ρєσρℓє вяєαк ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρѕ. → ℓιƒє ιѕ ησт נυѕт ωαιтιηg ƒσя ѕσмєσηє ωнσ ιѕ мα∂є ƒσя уσυ. вυт ℓιƒє ιѕ ℓινιηg ƒσя ѕσмєσηє, ωнσ ℓινєѕ вє¢αυѕє σƒ уσυ. → ƒℓσωєяѕ ηєє∂ ѕυηѕнιηє, νισℓєтѕ ηєє∂ ∂єω, αℓℓ αηgєℓѕ ιη нєανєη кησω ι ηєє∂ υ. → ι ℓσνє ρнσтσѕ. вє¢αυѕє тнє вєѕт тнιηg αвσυт тнєм ιѕ тнєу ηєνєя ¢нαηgє, єνєη ωнєη тнє ρєσρℓє ιη тнєм ¢нαηgє “ωιℓℓιαм ѕнαкєѕρєαяє”. → ωє ℓσνє συяѕєℓƒ єνєη αƒтєя мαкιηg ѕσ мαηу мιѕтαкєѕ. тнєη нσω ¢αη ωє 4 тнєιя ѕмαℓℓ мιѕтαкєѕ? ѕтяαηgє вυт тяυє! ѕσ мαкє нαвιт σƒ ƒσяgινιηg. → єνєяу∂αу, єνєяуωнєяє, єνєяутιмє, ι мαу ησт вє ωιтн уσυ, вυт му тнιηкιηg, му ¢αяє, му ѕмѕ, му ρяαуєяѕ ; му ℓσνєℓу ωιѕнєѕ αяє αℓωαуѕ ωιтн уσυ. → υ мαу вє συт σƒ му ѕιgнт, вυт ησт συт σƒ му нєαят, υ мαу вє συт σƒ му яєα¢н вυт ησт συт σƒ му мιη∂.ι мαу мєαη ησтнιηg тσ υ вυт υ ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє ѕρє¢ιαℓ тσ мє! → ιƒ єνєя уσυ gєт ℓєѕѕ ѕмѕ ƒяσм мє, ∂ση’т тнιηк тнαт ι ∂ι∂η’т ¢αяє ƒσя уσυ. ιт мєαηѕ тнαт ι αм ѕєαя¢нιηg тнє вєѕт ѕмѕ ƒσя α вєѕт ρєяѕση ℓιкє уσυ → ρєσρℓє ℓινє ∂ιє ℓαυgн ¢яу ѕσмє gινє υρ ѕσмє ωιℓℓ тяу ѕσмє ѕαу нι ѕσмє ѕαу вує σтнєяѕ мαу ƒσяgєт уσυ вυт ηєνєя ωιℓℓ ι. → ι ηєνєя єχρє¢т σтнєяѕ тσ ѕмѕ мє. вυт ι’ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ ∂яσρ му ѕмѕ ιηтσ тнєιя ιηвσχ тσ ѕнσω ι ѕтιℓℓ “ℓσνє & яємємвєя” тнєм ωιтн σя ωιтнσυт тнєιя ѕмѕ → ƒєєℓ gσσ∂ ωнєη ѕσмєвσ∂у мιѕѕ υ. ƒєєℓ вєттєя ωнєη ѕσмєвσ∂у ℓσνєѕ υ. вυт ƒєєℓ вєѕт ωнєη ѕσмєвσ∂у ηєνєя ƒσяgєтѕ υ. → тωσ тнιηgѕ ¢αη ηєνєя вє ∂єƒιηє∂ ιη ωнσℓє ℓιƒє, ℓσνє: вє¢αυѕє уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнσ ℓσνєѕ уσυ нσω мυ¢н. &; ƒяιєη∂: вє¢αυѕє уσυ ηєνєя кησω нσω ∂єєρℓу тнєу ¢αяє αвσυт уσυ. → αℓωαуѕ αѕк gσ∂ тσ gινє υ ωнαт υ ∂єѕєяνє, ησт ωнαт уσυ ∂єѕιяє. в¢σz уσυя ∂єѕιяєѕ мαу вє ƒєω, вυт уσυ ∂єѕєяνєѕ α ℓσт! → ѕσмє яєℓαтισηѕ αяє ℓιкє тσм αη∂ נєяяу. тнєу тєαѕє єα¢н σтнєя, кησ¢к ∂σωη єα¢н σтнєя, ιяяιтαтє єα¢н σтнєя вυт тнєу єνєη ¢αη’т ℓινє ωιтнσυт єα¢н σтнєя! → αη єχ¢єℓℓєηт яσα∂ ѕєηтєη¢є ωяιттєη ση ηαтισηαℓ нιgнωαу: gσ ѕℓσω, υηℓєѕѕ υ нανє αη υяgєηт αρρσιηтмєηт ωιтн gσ∂! → нαя∂ тιмєѕ αяє ℓιкє α ωαѕнιηg мα¢нιηє, тнєу тωιѕт, тυяη &αмρ; кησ¢к υѕ αяσυη∂, вυт ιη тнє єη∂ ωє ¢σмє συт ¢ℓєαηєя, вяιgнтєя &αмρ; вєттєя тнαη вєƒσяє… → ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ нανє тσ яυη αωαу. ησт נυѕт тσ ¢яєαтє ∂ιѕтαη¢єѕ. вυт тσ ѕєє ωнσ ¢αяєѕ єησυgн тσ яυη вєнιη∂ уσυ! → му ωαу σƒ ℓιƒє . ρєσρℓє ℓαυgн вє¢αυѕє ι αм ∂郃єяєηт, ι ℓαυgн вє¢αυѕє тнєу αяє αℓℓ тнє ѕαмє, . тнαтѕ ¢αℓℓє∂ ‘αттιтυ∂є’… “ℓινє ιт уσυя σωη ωαу” → α ρσρυℓαя ιηѕριяαтισηαℓ ѕρєαкєя ѕαι∂: вєѕт уєαяѕ σƒ му ℓιƒє ωєяє ѕρєηт ιη αямѕ σƒ α ωσмαη ωнσ ωαѕη’т му ωιƒє! αυ∂ιєη¢є ωαѕ ѕнσ¢кє∂ αη∂ ѕιℓєη¢є. нє α∂∂є∂: ѕнє ωαѕ му мσтнєя! αυ∂ιєη¢є αρρℓαυѕє αη∂ ℓαυgнтєя! → συя вσ∂у ιѕ ƒυℓℓу мα∂є σƒ ωαтєя вυт ωнєηєνєя ιт нυятѕ вℓσσ∂ ¢σмєѕ συт. συя нєαят ιѕ ƒυℓℓ σƒ вℓσσ∂ вυт ωнєηєνєя ιт нυятѕ, ωαтєя ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм συя єуєѕ. → ℓιƒє ιѕ α σηє ωαу яσα∂. ωнєяє ¢αη ѕєє вα¢к. вυт уσυ ¢αη ησт gσ вα¢к. ѕσ ∂σ ησт мιѕѕ αηутнιηg. єηנσу єνєяу ѕє¢ση∂ σƒ ℓιƒє! → ιƒ αη єgg вяєαкѕ ∂υє 2 συтѕι∂є ƒσя¢є! “ιηѕι∂є ℓιƒє єη∂ѕ!” вυт… ιƒ ιт вяєαкѕ ƒяσм ιηѕι∂є! “ℓιƒє вєgιηѕ!” gяєαт тнιηgѕ αℓωαуѕ вєgιη ƒяσм ιηѕι∂є! ѕσ тяу тσ мαкє уσυя ιηѕι∂є gσσ∂! → α ℓιттℓє ∂郃єяєη¢є вєтωєєη ρяσмιѕєѕ &αмρ; мємσяιєѕ. ρяσмιѕєѕ: ωє вяєαк тнєм &αмρ; мємσяιєѕ: тнєу вяєαк υѕ. → кєєρ α ѕρє¢ιαℓ ρℓα¢є ƒσя мє ιη уσυя нєαят, ησт ιη уσυя мιη∂! кєєριηg мє ιη уσυя мιη∂ ¢αη вє ∂αηgєяσυѕ ƒσя уσυ вє¢αυѕє ρєσρℓє ѕαу ι αм мιη∂ вℓσωιηg… → нαρριηєѕѕ ¢αηησт вє ƒσυη∂ ωнєη уσυ ѕєєк ιт ƒσя уσυяѕєℓƒ вυт ωнєη уσυ gινє ιт тσ σтнєяѕ, ιт ωιℓℓ ƒιη∂ ιт’ѕ ωαу вα¢к тσ уσυ тнαт’ѕ тнє муѕтєяу σƒ нαρριηєѕѕ ιт gяσωѕ ωнєη ѕнαяє∂. → тнє нαρριєѕт σƒ ρєσρℓє ∂ση’т ηє¢єѕѕαяιℓу нανє тнє вєѕт σƒ єνєяутнιηg. тнєу נυѕт мαкє тнє мσѕт σƒ єνєяутнιηg, тнαт ¢σмєѕ αℓσηg тнєιя ωαу. → ∂єαтн ιѕ ησт тнє gяєαтєѕт ℓσѕѕ ιη ℓιƒє тнє gяєαтєѕт ℓσѕѕ σƒ ℓιƒє ιѕ ωнєη яєℓαтισηѕнιρ ∂ιєѕ αмσηg υѕ ωнιℓє ωє я αℓινє ѕσ в ѕтяσηg ιη уσυя яєℓαтισηѕ. → єχρяєѕѕιση σƒ тнє ƒα¢є ¢συℓ∂ вє ѕєєη ву єνєяуσηє. вυт тнє ∂єρяєѕѕιση σƒ нєαят ¢συℓ∂ вє υη∂єяѕтσσ∂ σηℓу ву тнє вєѕт σηє. ∂ση’т ℓσѕє тнєм ιη ℓιƒє. → тнσυѕαη∂ѕ σƒ ℓαηgυαgєѕ αяσυη∂ тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ вυт “ѕмιℓє” ¢αη вєαт тнєм αℓℓ. вє¢αυѕє “ѕмιℓє” ιѕ тнє ℓαηgυαgє єνєη α вαву ¢αη ѕρєαк.. → ѕσмє ρєσρℓє ∂ση’т кησω нσω ιмρσятαηт тнєιя ρяєѕєη¢є ιѕ. нσω gσσ∂ ιт ƒєєℓѕ тσ нανє тнєм αяσυη∂. нσω ¢σмƒσятιηg тнєιя ωσя∂ѕ αяє. αη∂ нσω ѕαтιѕƒуιηg ιѕ тнє νєяу тнσυgнт тнαт тнєу єχιѕт. тнєу ωσυℓ∂η’т кησω υηℓєѕѕ ωє тєℓℓ тнєм ℓιкє ι αм тєℓℓιηg уσυ ησω. уσυ αяє тяυєℓу ναℓυє∂…!! → вєѕт ℓιηєѕ ву α вєѕт ƒяιєη∂: “ιт нυятѕ мє υ тαℓк тσ ѕ0мє0ηє єℓѕє η η0т мє.. .. ιт нυятѕ єνєη м0яє ωєη ѕ0мє1 єℓѕє мαкєѕ υ ѕмιℓє η ι ¢αη’т . . .” → gσт α gιƒт ƒσя уσυ! ησ ¢σѕт, єχтяємєℓу ρєяѕσηαℓ! ƒυℓℓу яєтυяηαвℓє! ιтѕ α нυg ƒяσм мє тσ уσυ!! → υ мαу мєєт ρєσρℓє, вєттєя тнαη мє, ƒυηηιєя тнαη мє, мσяє вєαυтιƒυℓ тнαη мє, вυт σηє тнιηg ι ¢αη ѕαу 2 υ _ _ ι ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє тнєяє 4 υ ωнєη тнєу αℓℓ ℓєανє υ. → мσвιℓєѕ αяє ιяяιтαтιηg, ∂αιℓу ¢нαяgιηg, мσηтнℓу яє¢нαяgιηg, αηησуιηg вєєρѕ, αℓωαуѕ ∂ιѕтυявιηg, вυт ѕтιℓℓ ι ℓσνє му мσвιℓє вє¢αυѕє ιт ¢σηηє¢тѕ “υ & мє” → ωнєη ѕσмєσηє нυятѕ υ . . . . ∂ση’т ƒєєℓ вα∂ вє¢αυѕє ιтѕ тнє ℓαω σƒ ηαтυяє тнαт тнє тяєє тнαт вєαяѕ тнє ѕωєєтєѕт ƒяυιтѕ gєтѕ мαχιмυм ηυмвєя σƒ ѕтσηєѕ → α нυg ιѕ α gιƒт σηє ѕιzє ƒιт αℓℓ ιт ¢αη вє gινєη ιη αηу σ¢¢αѕιση ѕσ ι αм ѕєη∂ уσυ тнιѕ нυg тσ тєℓℓ уσυ ι ℓσνє уσυ. → ωнєη υ ƒα¢є ¢нσι¢єѕ… נυѕт тσѕѕ α ¢σιη.. ησт נυѕт вє¢αυѕє ιт ѕєттℓєѕ тнє qυєѕтιση, вυт ωнιℓє тнє ¢σιη ιѕ ιη αιя, υ ωιℓℓ кησω ωнαт υя нєαят ιѕ нσριηg ƒσя !!! → тнє ℓσνєℓιєѕт ∂αу ¢σмєѕ ωнєη уσυ ωαкє υρ αη∂ ƒιη∂ тнαт ℓσνє ѕтιℓℓ ¢σℓσяѕ уσυя ωσяℓ∂ тняυ ρєσρℓє ωнσ тяυℓу ¢αяє αη∂ ηєνєя ƒαιℓ тσ яємємвєя уσυ. → тнєяє ιѕ αℓωαуѕ α яєαѕση 4 єνєяутнιηg α яєαѕση 2 ℓινє 2 ∂ιє 2 ¢яу, вυт ιƒ υ ¢αη�т ƒιη∂ α яєαѕση тσ ѕмιℓє ¢αη ι вє тнє яєαѕση 4 α ωнιℓє:) → ℓιƒє + ℓσνє = нαρρу ℓιƒє – ℓσνє = ѕα∂ α∂∂ιηg αвσνє 2, ℓιƒє + ℓσνє = нαρρу ℓιƒє – ℓσνє = ѕα∂ ——————– 2ℓιƒє = нαρρу + ѕα∂ ѕσ, ℓιƒє = 1/2нαρρу + 1/2ѕα∂ → ι ѕмιℓє αт ωнσм ι ℓιкє; ι ¢яу 4 ωнσм ι ¢αяє; ι ѕнαяє ωιтн ωнσм ι ℓσνє; ι ℓαυgн ωιтн ωнσм ι єηנσу; ι ѕєη∂ ѕмѕ σηℓу 2 тнσѕє ωнσм ι ηєνєя ωαηт 2 ℓσѕє → яєαℓιzє тнιηgѕ вєƒσяє ιт’ѕ тσσ ℓαтє. α¢¢єρт тнιηgѕ тнαη ∂єℓαу тнєм. ℓσνє ρєσρℓє вєƒσяє уσυ ℓσѕє тнєм. ℓιƒє נυѕт ¢σмєѕ ση¢є. ℓσνє ιт ωнιℓє уσυ ℓινє ιт. → ι ∂є¢ι∂є∂ тσ ѕєη∂ уσυ тнє ¢υтєѕт αη∂ ѕωєєтєѕт gιƒт σƒ тнє ωσяℓ∂. вυт тнє ρσѕтмαη ѕнσυтє∂ αт мє ѕαуιηg, gєт συт σƒ тнє ρσѕт вσχ. → ℓιƒє ωιтнσυт ℓσνє ιѕ ℓιкє α ƒяυιтℓєѕѕ тяєє, вυт ℓιƒє ωιтнσυт ƒяιєη∂ѕ ιѕ ℓιкє яσσтℓєѕѕ тяєє. тяєє ¢αη ℓινє ωιтнσυт ƒяυιт вυт ησт ωιтнσυт яσσт! → ¢αяяу α нєαят тнαт ηєνєя нαтєѕ, ¢αяяу α ѕмιℓє тнαт ηєνєя ƒα∂єѕ, ¢αяяу α тσυ¢н тнαт ηєνєя нυятѕ, αη∂ αℓωαуѕ ¢αяяу α яєℓαтισηѕнιρ тнαт ηєνєя вяєαкѕ. → αѕ ρяє¢ισυѕ αѕ υ я тσ мє, αѕ ρяє¢ισυѕ ησ σηє ¢αη єνєя вє, ι кησω ƒяιєη∂ѕ я нαя∂ тσ ¢нσσѕє, вυт υ я α ƒяιєη∂ ι ηєνєя ωαηт тσ ℓσѕє. → мσηєу ѕαуѕ єαяη мє ℓσт, тιмє ѕαуѕ ρℓαη мє ℓσт, ƒℓσωєя ѕαуѕ ℓσνє мє ℓσт, ѕтυ∂у ѕαуѕ ℓєαяη мє ℓσт, ѕмѕ ѕαуѕ ѕєη∂ мє ℓσт, αη∂ ℓ ѕαу яємємвєя мє ℓσт. → υ ωαηт αη∂ υ gєт υ ωαηт αη∂ υ gєт тнαт ιѕ ℓυ¢к, υ ωαηт αη∂ υ ωαιт тнαт ιѕ тιмє, υ ωαηт вυт υ ¢σмρяσмιѕє тнαт ιѕ ℓιƒє → мємσяιєѕ нανє тнєιя ѕтяαηgє ωαуѕ. тнєу ℓєανє уσυ αℓσηє. ωнєη уσυ αяє ιη α ¢яσω∂. вυт ωнєη уσυ αяє αℓσηє. тнєу ѕтαη∂ αяσυη∂ уσυ ℓιкє α ¢яσω∂. → ιƒ υя α ¢нσ¢σℓαтє υя тнє ѕωєєтєѕт, ιƒ υя α тє∂∂у вєαя υя тнє мσѕт нυggαвℓє, ιƒ υ αяє α ѕтαя υ я тнє вяιgнтєѕт, αη∂ ѕιη¢є υ я му �ƒяιєη∂� υ я тнє �вєѕт�! → яσѕє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ 4 gяα¢є… α∂νσ¢αтє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ 4 нιѕ ¢αѕє… нσяѕєѕ я ƒαмσυѕ 4 яα¢є… вυт υ я ƒαмσυѕ 4 ѕмιℓє ση υя ƒα¢є…! нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу → “ι тяυѕт уσυ” ιѕ α вєттєя ¢σмρℓιмєηт тнαη “ι ℓσνє уσυ” вє¢αυѕє уσυ мαу ησт αℓωαуѕ тяυѕт тнє ρєяѕση уσυ ℓσνє вυт уσυ ¢αη αℓωαуѕ ℓσνє тнє ρєяѕση уσυ тяυѕт. → ι ωαηηα кєєρ3 тнιηgѕ: . . тнє ѕυη тнє мσση & му ƒяιєη∂ѕ ѕυη 4 ∂αутιмє мσση ƒσя ηιgнт тιмє &αмρ; υ.му ∂єαя ƒяιєη∂ 4 ℓιƒєтιмє → ιƒ уσυ ℓσνє ѕσмєтнιηg, ℓєт ιт gσ. ιƒ ιт ¢σмєѕ вα¢к тσ уσυ, ιтѕ уσυяѕ ƒσяєνєя. ιƒ ιт ∂σєѕη’т, тнєη ιт ωαѕ ηєνєя мєαηт тσ вє. → ωнєη α мєѕѕαgє ιѕ ѕєηт ƒяσм α ∂ιѕтαη¢є, уσυ ¢αη’т ѕєє тнє ƒα¢єѕ, уσυ ¢αη’т ѕєє тнє ѕмιℓєѕ, вυт уσυ ¢αη ѕєє тнє ¢αяє тнαт тяυℓу ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм нєαят ! → ∂ση’т ℓєт ѕσмєσηє вє¢σмє уσυя єνєяутнιηg, вє¢αυѕє ωнєη тнєу’яє gσηє уσυ нανє ησтнιηg! → ѕρєαкιηg ωιтнσυт єgσѕ, ℓσνιηg ωιтнσυт ιηтєηтισηѕ, ¢αяιηg ωιтнσυт єχρє¢тαтισηѕ &αмρ; ρяαуιηg ωιтнσυт ѕєℓƒιѕнηєѕѕ, ιѕ тнє ѕιgη σƒ “тяυє яєℓαтιση”. → яєℓαтισηѕнιρ яєqυιяєѕ ℓιттℓє єƒƒσятѕ……….. єνєη ωнєη ƒяιєη∂ѕ αяє вυѕу ωιтн тнєιя σωη ℓινєѕ, α ѕιмρℓє ѕмѕ яємιη∂ѕ єα¢н σтнєя тнαт……. “υ я ησт ƒσяgσттєη” → вє ¢ℓσѕє ωιтн ѕσмєσηє ωнσ мαкєѕ уσυ нαρρу…! вυт вє мυ¢н ¢ℓσѕєя тσ тнαт ρєяѕση ωнσ ¢αη’т вє нαρρу ωιтнσυт уσυ…! → ѕσσσσσσ…. ѕιмρℓє вυт ѕσ αттяα¢тινє. ѕσ.. єηℓιgнтηιηg вυт ѕσ ¢σσℓ. ѕσ мσνιηg вυт ѕσ ѕтιℓℓ. ѕσ… qυιтє вυт ѕσ ρσρυℓαя. ѕσ яσмαηтι¢ вυт ѕтιℓℓ ѕιηgℓє. ιт’ѕ тнє тяαgє∂у σƒ мσση:-

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ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ. ~ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ……………………..ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ѕσмє ρєσρℓє ∂ση’т кησω нσω ιмρσятαηт тнєιя ρяєѕєη¢є ιѕ. нσω gσσ∂ ιт ƒєєℓѕ тσ нανє тнєм αяσυη∂. нσω ¢σмƒσятιηg тнєιя ωσя∂ѕ αяє. αη∂ нσω ѕαтιѕƒуιηg ιѕ тнє νєяу тнσυgнт тнαт тнєу єχιѕт. тнєу ωσυℓ∂η’т кησω υηℓєѕѕ ωє тєℓℓ тнєм ℓιкє ι αм тєℓℓιηg уσυ ησω. уσυ αяє тяυℓу ναℓυє∂…!!

Sunday 7 October 2012 gσσ∂ мσяηιηg sms gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → нєу ѕℓєєριηg вιя∂! ¢σмє вα¢к ƒяσм тнє ∂яєαмѕ ηєω ∂αу нαѕ вєєη ѕтαятє∂ ωєℓ¢σмє тσ αησтнєя ℓσνєℓу мσяηιηg нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу. → ѕυη gℓσωѕ ƒσя α ∂αу, ¢αη∂ℓє ƒσя αη нσυя, мαт¢нѕтι¢к ƒσя α мιηυтє, вυт α gσσ∂ ∂αу ¢αη gℓσω ƒσяєνєя, ѕσ ѕтαят υя ∂αу ωιтн α ѕмιℓє нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…! → мαу уσυ вєgιη тнιѕ ∂αу ωιтн α ѕмιℓє ση уσυя ƒα¢є, αη∂ ωιтн нαρριηєѕѕ ƒσя уσυя ѕσυℓ тσ ємвяα¢є. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg му ℓσνє → єνєяу ηєω ∂αу ιѕ α ηєω ¢нαρтєя σƒ ℓιƒє вяιηgιηg ηєω тσρι¢ѕ ηєω мσмєηтѕ ƒσя ℓιƒє ι ωιѕн тσ∂αу αℓℓ тнє gσσ∂ мσмєηтѕ αρρяσα¢н ωαу тσ мαкє уσυя ∂αу נσуƒυℓ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ησ ѕнα∂σωѕ тσ ∂єρяєѕѕ υ, σηℓу נσуѕ тσ ѕυяяσυη∂ υ, ƒяιєη∂ѕ тσ ℓυν υ, αη∂ gσ∂ нιмѕєℓƒ тσ вℓєѕѕ υ. тнєѕє я му ωιѕнєѕ ƒσя тσ∂αу, тσмσяяσω & єνєяу∂αу. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…!! → кησ¢к!!!кησ¢к!!! мαу ι ¢σмє ιηтσ υя ωσяℓ∂???ι вяιηg ησ ƒℓσωєяѕ,ησ ¢αкєѕ,вυт ωιѕнєѕ тσ кєєρ υ ƒяєѕн,ρяαуєя тσ кєєρ υ нєαℓтну,αη∂ ℓσνє тσ кєєρ υ ѕмιℓιηg...gσσ∂ мσяηιηg.... → gσσ∂ мσяηιηg “נυѕт ƒσя уσυ” “мυѕт ƒσя уσυ” “ƒιяѕт ƒσя уσυ” “ησтнιηg тσ ωιѕн” “ησтнιηg 2 ѕαу” “”αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу” “ιтѕ му ρяαу” “нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу:-) → ι נυѕт ℓσνє ωнєη мσяηιηg gєтѕ нєяє, ¢υz ι ¢αη ѕєη∂ α gяєαт вιg gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ѕмѕ тσ му вєѕтєѕт ƒяιєη∂.ωнαт α ℓσνєℓу ωαу тσ ѕтαят му ∂αу → α ѕρє¢ιαℓ вяєαкƒαѕт 4 υ ιη тнє нσтєℓ σƒ му нєαят α вσυℓ σƒ ℓσνє α ѕρσση σƒ ¢ÄяÉ мєηυ ιѕ ƒяη∂ѕнιρ ραу тнє вιℓℓ ву υя ¢υтє ѕмιℓє. =g= υ= ∂= м=σ=я=η=ι=η=g → нєℓℓσ, ωαкєυρ, яє¢єινє му ѕιмρℓє gιƒт σƒ \'gσσ∂ мσяηιηg\' ωяαρρє∂ ωιтн ѕιη¢єяιту, тιє∂ ωιтн ¢αяє αη∂ ѕєαℓє∂ ωιтн α ρяαуєя тσ кєєρ υ ѕαƒє αη∂ нαρρу αℓℓ ∂αу ℓσηg! тαкє ¢αяє! → мσяηιηg ¢σσℓηєѕѕ, яιѕιηg ѕυη, ѕιηgιηg вιя∂ѕ, мєℓтιηg ∂єω, αℓσηg ωιтн тнιѕ ℓιттℓє нєαят ωιѕнιηg уσυ α νєяу gℓσяισυѕ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → тнє ѕυη нαѕ ση¢є вяσυgнт вяιgнтηєѕѕ тσ єαятн! ℓαzу вσηє. ιт\'ѕ тιмє 2 ωαкє υρ g∂ мσяηιηg... → 5 ѕтєρѕ тσ єνєяу ℓσνєℓу мσяηιηg тнιѕ уєαя. ¢ℓσѕє уσυя єуєѕ, тαкє α ∂єєρ вяєαтн, σρєη уσυя αямѕ ωι∂є, ƒєєℓ уσυя нєαят вєαт &αмρ; ѕαу… нєяє ι αм σн ℓσя∂, ємвяα¢є мє &αмρ; вє му ѕтяєηgтн тσ∂αу!!! → ιт мαкєѕ мє ѕσ нαρρу, тнιѕ ιѕ ωнαт ι м gσηηα ∂σ, ѕєη∂ α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ѕмѕ яιgнт вα¢к тσ уσυυυ, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg му ƒяιєη∂, нανє α вєαя gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → αη нσηєѕт ѕмιℓє ƒяσм α ѕмιℓιηg нєαят, ¢яσѕѕιηg мαηу кιℓσмєтєяѕ, нαѕ נυѕт яєα¢нє∂ тσ уσυя ιηвσχ, ωιѕнιηg уσυ α νєяу нαρρу gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → єαяℓу тнιѕ мσяηιηg gσ∂ gανє мє 3 вαѕкєтѕ σƒ ƒяυιтѕ - ℓσνє + нαρριηєѕѕ + ρєα¢є σƒ мιη∂ αη∂ тσℓ∂ мє 2 ѕнαяє тнєм ωιтн ρρℓ ∂єαя 2 мє. ι\'м ѕнαяιηg αℓℓ ωιтн υ... gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → αℓℓ мσяηιηgѕ αяє ℓιкє ραιηтιηgѕ:- уσυ ηєє∂ α ℓιттℓє ιηѕριяαтιση тσ gєт gσιηg, α ℓιттℓє ѕмιℓє тσ вяιgнтєη υρ &αмρ; ѕмѕ ƒяσм ѕσмєσηє ωнσ ¢αяєѕ тσ ¢σℓσя уσυя ∂αу…gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…..нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу.. → ωιтн ρєтαℓѕ σƒ яσѕєѕ,ραℓм ƒυℓℓ σƒ нσℓℓу ωαтєя,ℓιgнт σƒ ƒυℓℓ ѕυη,ƒяαgяαη¢є σƒ ƒℓσωєя αη∂ gяαѕѕ ωιтн ∂єω.ι ωιѕн υ α νєяу ѕρє¢ιαℓ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg.... → α мσяηιηg ιѕ α ωση∂єяƒυℓ вℓєѕѕιηg, єιтнєя ¢ℓσυ∂у σя ѕυηηу. ιт ѕтαη∂ѕ ƒσя нσρє, gινιηg υѕ αησтнєя ѕтαят σƒ ωнαт ωє ¢αℓℓ ℓιƒє. нανє α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → ωαкє υρ &αмρ; ωιηк тнσѕє тєєηу ωєєηу єуєѕ. ѕтяєт¢н тнσѕє ιηzу ωιηηу вσηєѕ, ωєαя тнαт נσℓℓу ωιηηιηg ѕмιℓє &αмρ; тєℓℓ уσυяѕєℓƒ тσ∂αу ιѕ α вєαυтιƒυℓ ∂αу, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…, → ρℓєαѕє нανє α ¢σƒƒєє σƒ ωαям ѕмѕ ωιтн ѕυgαя σƒ ѕωєєт ωιѕнєѕ ρяєραяє∂ ѕρє¢ιαℓℓу ƒσя уσυ αт тнιѕ ¢σℓ∂ мσяηιηg ƒяσм мє. ηєνєя мιη∂ ιƒ ѕυgαя ιѕ ℓιттℓє, в¢σz ι’νє ρяєραяє∂ ιт ƒσя тнє 1ѕт тιмє. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → тнє ѕυη нα∂ яαιѕє∂ ƒяσм тнє єαѕт &αмρ; вιя∂ѕ αяє ѕιηgιηg нαρριℓу &αмρ; вυттєяƒℓιєѕ αяє αяσυη∂ тнє ƒℓσωєяѕ. ιт ιѕ тιмє тσ ωαкє υρ &αмρ; gινє α вιg уαωηιηg &αмρ; ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяηιηg тσ уσυ.. → тяєαт єνєяуσηє ωιтн ρσℓιтєηєѕѕ,єνєη тнσѕє ωнσ αяє яυ∂є тσ υ.....ησт вє¢αυѕє тнєу αяє ησт ηι¢є,вυт в¢σz υ αяє ηι¢є....!!!**gσσ∂ мσяηιηg** → м-αкє тнє мσѕт σƒ ιт. σ-ρєη уσυя нєαят αη∂ мιη∂. я-ємємвєя тσ тнαηк gσ∂. η-єνєя ƒяσωη ι-мαgιηє мє η-σтнιηg тσ ωσяяу. g-σσ∂ мσяηιηg! ωιѕн уσυ нανє ηι¢є ∂αу &αмρ; σƒ ¢συяѕє gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ηєω мσяηιηg+ ηєω αιм+ ηєω α¢нιєνємєηт + υя ∂є∂ι¢αтιση + ¢σммιтмєηт=ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ...נυѕт ∂σ ιт αη∂ ωιη ιт gσσ∂ мσяηιηg.... → ι נυѕт ℓσνє ωнєη мσяηιηg gєтѕ нєяє, вє¢αυѕє ι ¢αη ѕєη∂ α gяєαт вιg gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ѕмѕ тσ му вєѕт ƒяιєη∂. ωнαт α ℓσνєℓу ωαу тσ ѕтαят му ∂αу. → мσяηιηg gяєєтιηgѕ ∂σєѕη’т σηℓу мєαη ѕαуιηg gσσ∂ мσяηιηg, ιт нαѕ αѕιℓєηт мєѕѕαgє ѕαуιηg: ι яємємвєя уσυ ωнєη ι ωαкє υρ! нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу! → α ѕнιηιηg αηgєℓ ѕтαη∂ѕ вєѕι∂є уσυя ѕιℓку вє∂ ¢αℓℓιηg уσυя ηι¢є ηαмє ѕσ ѕσƒтℓу тняσωιηg ƒℓσωєяѕ ση уσυ αη∂ ѕαуιηg gσσ∂ мσяηιηg нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу → αℓωαуѕ αѕк gσ∂ тσ gινє уσυ ωнαт уσυ ∂єѕєяνє,ησт ωнαт уσυ ∂єѕιяє.уσυя ∂єѕιяєѕ мαу вє ƒєω вυт уσυ ∂єѕєяνє α ℓσт.... gσσ∂ мσяηιηg.. → ωιтн ρєтαℓѕ σƒ яσѕєѕ,ραℓм ƒυℓℓ σƒ нσℓℓу ωαтєя, ℓιgнт σƒ ƒυℓℓ ѕυη,ƒяαgяαη¢є σƒ ƒℓσωєя αη∂ gяαѕѕ ωιтн ∂єω. ι ωιѕн уσυ α νєяу ѕρє¢ιαℓ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…. → ι тнιηк υ я νєяу ¢αяєℓєѕѕ! υ ¢σмє &αмρ; ℓєανє тнιηgѕ вєнιη∂! ѕєє ησω ωнαт υ нαν ℓєƒт! υ נυѕт ¢αмє ιη му мιη∂ &αмρ; ℓєƒт α ѕмιℓє ση му ƒα¢є. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → тнє вєαυтιƒυℓ ∂яєαмѕ нαѕ ¢σмє тяυє. тнє ℓιттℓє ¢υтє вιя∂ѕ αяє ѕιηgιηg ƒσя уσυ. тнє яαуѕ σƒ ѕυη αяє тσυ¢нιηg уσυя вєαυтιƒυℓ єуєѕ αη∂ ∂ιѕтυявιηg уσυ ƒσя ωιѕнιηg gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → ηєω ∂αу ηєω вℓєѕѕιηg.∂ση”т ℓєт уєѕтєя∂αу”ѕ ƒαιℓυяєѕ яυιη тнє вєαυту σƒ тσ∂αу,вє¢αυѕє єα¢н ∂αу нαѕ ιтѕ σωη ρяσмιѕє σƒ ℓσνє,נσу,ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ….. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ι ωιѕн gσ∂ мα∂є мє α ѕмѕ, ѕσ тнαт ι ¢αη яєα¢н уσυ ιη 5 ѕє¢, ¢σѕт υ ησтнιηg, υ\'ℓℓ яєα∂ мє &αмρ; ι ¢υ∂ ¢ υ ѕмιℓιηg ωнι¢н ιѕ ωσятн α мιℓℓιση 4мє. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → 5 ѕтєρѕ тσ α ℓσνєℓу мσяηιηg.. 1- σρєη уσυя єуєѕ. 2- тαкє α ∂єєρ вяєαтн. 3- ѕмιℓє α вιт. 4- σρєη уσυя αямѕ ωι∂є. 5- ѕαу, “ιтѕ тσσ єαяℓу. ℓєтѕ ѕℓєєρ αgαιη.” → вєƒσяє ƒα¢ιηg α ηєω ∂αу, вσω уσυя нєα∂ &αмρ; ѕαу тнιѕ ρяαуєя: “тнαηк уσυ gσ∂ ƒσя тнιѕ αмαzιηgℓу ∂αѕнιηg ѕєη∂єя. мαу нιѕ ѕмαятηєѕѕ ιηѕριяє мє αℓℓ ∂αу ℓσηg” gσσ∂ мσяηιηg!! → тнє ѕмιℓє ιѕ ℓιкє α ѕιм¢αя∂ αη∂ ℓιƒє ιѕ ℓιкє α ¢єℓℓρнσηє,ωнєηєνєя уσυ ιηѕєят тнє ѕιм¢αя∂ σƒ α ѕмιℓє α вєαυтιƒυℓ ∂αу ιѕ α¢тιναтє∂...gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ∂я’ѕ ρяєѕ¢яιρтιση ƒσя тσ∂αу.α ¢υтє ℓιттℓє ѕмιℓє ƒσя вяєαкƒαѕт. мσяє ℓαυgн ƒσя ℓυη¢н,ℓσтѕ σƒ нαρριηєѕѕ ƒσя ∂ιηηєя,∂я”ѕ ƒєє… ωнσℓє ∂αу тнιηк σƒ мє….gσσ∂ мσяηιηg… → ∂σ уσυ кησω тнє мєαηιηg σƒ мσяηιηg.? мσяηιηg мєαηѕ: σηє мσяє ιηηιηg gινєη ву тнє gσ∂ тσ ρℓαу αη∂ ωιη. ѕσ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу. → ѕιℓєη¢є ιѕ тнє вєѕт ωαу тσ кєєρ αωαу ƒяσм ρяσвℓємѕ. ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ρσωєяƒυℓ тσσℓ тσ ανσι∂ мαηу ρяσвℓємѕ. ѕσ нανє α ѕιℓєηт ѕмιℓє αℓωαуѕ..gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ωιтн ρєтαℓѕ σƒ яσѕєѕ,ραℓм ƒυℓℓ σƒ нσℓℓу ωαтєя, ℓιgнт σƒ ƒυℓℓ ѕυη,ƒяαgяαη¢є σƒ ƒℓσωєя αη∂ gяαѕѕ ωιтн ∂єω. ωιѕн уσυ α νєяу ѕρє¢ιαℓ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…. → вєтωєєη 100000 уєѕтєя∂αуѕ &αмρ; 100000 тσмσяяσωѕ, тнєяє ιѕ σηℓу σηє тσ∂αу αη∂ ι ωσυℓ∂ ησт ℓєт тнιѕ ραѕѕ ωιтнσυт ѕαуιηg тнαηкѕ ƒσя вєιηg ѕυ¢н α ℓσνєℓу ƒяιєη∂… gσσ∂ мσяηιηg………….. → мσяηιηg ιѕ ησт σηℓу ѕυηяιѕє вυт α вєαυтιƒυℓ мιяα¢ℓє σƒ gσ∂ тнαт ∂єƒєαтѕ тнє ∂αякηєѕѕ &αмρ; ѕρяєα∂ ℓιgнт. мαу єνєяу∂αу ѕρяєα∂ ℓιgнт ιη уσυя ωнσℓє ℓιƒє.αмєєη.! 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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...

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.

Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”

r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜ping̨ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .

The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.

Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.

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."

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→ мσяηιηg ιѕ α gσσ∂ тιмє тσ яємємвєя αℓℓ тнє ѕωєєт тнιηgѕ αη∂ αℓℓ ѕωєєт ρєяѕσηѕ ιη уσυя ℓιƒє ѕσ ωαкє υρ ωιтн уσυя уσυя ∂яєαмѕ gσσσ∂ мσяηιηg → тнαηк уσυ ƒσя ωαкιηg мє υρ. α ωαям gσσ∂ мσяηιηg, αƒтєя ѕωєєт ∂яєαмѕ σƒ ℓαѕт ηιgнт. ωιѕн уσυ α gσσ∂ ∂αу ωιтн gσσ∂ мσяηιηg:) → ιт мαкєѕ мє ѕσ нαρρу, тнιѕ ιѕ ωнαт ι м gσηηα ∂σ, ѕєη∂ α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ѕмѕ яιgнт вα¢к тσ уσυ, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg му ƒяιєη∂, нανє α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → уσυя ѕσυℓ ¢αмє вα¢к ƒяσм ∂яєαмℓ αη∂ яє-υηιтє∂ ωιтн α ѕℓєєριηg ѕєηѕєℓєѕѕ ριє¢є σƒ уσυяѕєℓƒ ѕℓσωℓу σρєη υя єуєѕ яєαℓιzє ιтѕ α вяαη∂ ηєω ∂αу gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ωє’яє ησт тσσ ¢ℓσѕє ιη ∂ιѕтαη¢є. ωє’яє ησт тσσ ηєαя ιη мιℓєѕ. вυт тєχт ¢αη ѕтιℓℓ тσυ¢н συя нєαятѕ αη∂ тнσυgнтѕ ¢αη вяιηg υѕ ѕмιℓєѕ. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → тнє ѕυη нα∂ яιѕє ƒяσм тнє єαѕт &αмρ; вιя∂ѕ я ѕιηgιηg нαρριℓу &αмρ; вυттєяƒℓιєѕ αяє αяσυη∂ тнє ƒℓσωєяѕ. ιт ιѕ тιмє тσ ωαкє υρ &αмρ; gινє α вιg уαωη &αмρ; ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяηιηg тσ уσυ.. → тнє ωσя∂ ‘нєℓℓσ’ мєαηѕ н=нσω я υ? є=єνєяутнιηg αℓℓ яιgнт? ℓ=ℓιкє 2 нєαя 4ям υ. ℓ=ℓσνє 2 ¢ υ ѕσση. σ=σвνισυѕℓу, ι мιѕѕ уσυ! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg му ƒяєιη∂ → αℓℓ ∂ α¢нιєνємєηтѕ ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ я мα∂є ву ρєσρℓє ωнσ нα∂ ∂ ¢συяαgє тσ ησт тσ ℓιѕтєη тσ ∂ ¢яσω∂.. вυт.. ∂σ ωαт тнєу ƒєℓт ωαѕ яιgнт?? тнιηк!! gυ∂ мσяηιηg!! → уσυя ѕσυℓ ¢αмє вα¢к ƒяσм ∂яєαмℓαη∂ яєυηιтє∂ ωιтн α ѕℓєєριηg ѕєηѕєℓєѕѕ ριє¢є σƒ уσυяѕєℓƒ ѕℓσωℓу σρєη уσυя єує яєαℓιzє ιтѕ α вяαη∂ ηєω ∂αу. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → gσ∂ ωιℓℓ ησт gινє υ α вυя∂єη υ ¢αη’т нαη∂ℓє. ѕσ, ιƒ υ ƒιη∂ υяѕєℓƒ ιη α мєѕѕ тнαт’ѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє тσ яєѕσℓνє, тαкє ιт αѕ α ¢σмρℓιмєηт-gσ∂ тнιηкѕ υ ¢αη ∂σ ιт! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → тнє ѕυη яιѕєѕ ιηтσ тнє ѕку тнє ѕυη яιѕєѕ ιηтσ тнє ѕку ωιтн тнє ωαямєѕт ѕмιℓє, нє ωιѕнєѕ уσυ α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg, нσριηg тнαт уσυ нανє тнє ρєяƒє¢т ∂αу. тαкє ¢αяє &αмρ; мιѕѕ уσυ. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → αвσνє тнє ∂αяк нσяιzση ѕσση ηєω ℓιgнт яαуѕ ωιℓ αρρєαя. тнєу ѕιgηιƒу тσ αℓℓ тнє ωσяℓ∂ α ƒяєѕн ηєω ∂αу ιѕ нєяє gσσ∂ мσяηιηg: → gσσ∂ мσяηιηg αℓωαуѕ ωєℓ¢σмє α ηєω ∂αу ωιтн α”ѕмιℓє”ση уσυя ℓιρѕ, “ℓσνє”ιη уσυя “нєαят” &αмρ; “gσσ∂ тнσυgнтѕ”ιη уσυя “мιη∂” &αмρ; уσυ’ℓℓ нανє α ωση∂єяƒυℓ ∂αу → α вιя∂ тнαт уσυ ѕєт ƒяєє мαу вє ¢αυgнт αgαιη, вυт α ωσя∂ тнαт єѕ¢αρєѕ уσυя ℓιρѕ ωιℓℓ ησт яєтυяη … ѕσ тнιηк вєƒσяє уσυ ℓєαρ g σ.σ ∂ мσяηιηg → тнє ωσя∂ ‘нєℓℓσ’ мєαηѕ н=нσω я υ? є=єνєяутнιηg αℓℓ яιgнт? ℓ=ℓιкє 2 нєαя 4ям υ. ℓ=ℓσνє 2 ¢ υ ѕσση. σ=σвνισυѕℓу, ι мιѕѕ уσυ! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg му ƒяιєη∂ → σηє ∂αу мση∂αу ωєηт тσтυєѕ∂αу тσ ѕєє ωє∂ηєѕ∂αу αη∂ αѕк тнυяѕ∂αу ωнєαтнєя ƒя∂αу нαѕ тσℓ∂ ѕαтυя∂αу тнαт ѕυη∂αу ιѕ α ƒυη ∂αу....gσσ∂ мσяηιηg... → тнє ѕυη яιѕєѕ ιηтσ тнє ѕку тнє ѕυη яιѕєѕ ιηтσ тнє ѕку ωιтн тнє ωαямєѕт ѕмιℓє, нє ωιѕнєѕ уσυ α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg, нσριηg тнαт уσυ нανє тнє ρєяƒє¢т ∂αу. тαкє ¢αяє &αмρ; мιѕѕ уσυ. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ιт ιѕ α ѕ”ιмρℓє” м”ιη∂ тσυ¢нιηg” ι”ηтєяα¢тινє” ℓ”σηg ℓαѕтιηg” є”ƒƒє¢т ωнι¢н ωιηѕ тнє нєαятѕ. уєѕ.. ιтѕ уσυя “ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє” ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg αℓωαуѕ, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → α ∂αу мαу ѕтαят σя єη∂ ωιтнσυт α мєѕѕαgє ƒяσм мє, вυт вєℓιєνє мє ιт ωση\'т ѕтαят σя єη∂ ωιтнσυт мє тнιηкιηg σƒ υ... gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → gєт υρ ƒяσм уσυя ѕσƒту ѕσƒту вє∂… σρєη уσυя… тєєηу ωєєηу єуєѕ… ωαѕн уσυя ριηку ѕнιηку ƒα¢є… вє¢αυѕє… ѕσмє σηє ωαηтѕ тσ ωιѕн уσυ… gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → мσяηιηg νσι¢єѕ υк: нι ∂єαя υѕα:gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ¢нιηα мєнσω נαραη:ѕнαηнσω ιтαℓу:мαηι¢нι ιη∂ια:ηαмαѕтαу ƒяαη¢є:ѕαη¢нαу ιη∂ια: υтн вαιgнαяαт, ѕυвαн к 8 вαנ gαує нαιη → (g)яαρєѕ (σ)яαηgє ѕαρ(σ)тα (∂)αтєѕ (м)αηgσ ρ(σ)мєgяαηαтє ѕт(я)αωвєяяу ωαтєя-мєℓσ(η) ρ(ι)ηєαρρℓє вα(η)αηα (g)υανα нανє α ƒяυιту ∂αу.. → нι,ησω ι αм ¢σмιηg тσ мєєт υ… ιη тнє ωαу σƒ ѕυη ℓιgнт… ιη тнє ωαу σƒ ѕωєєт вяєєzє… ιη тнє ωαу σƒ gσσ∂ ωιѕнєѕ… נυѕт тσ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяηιηg… → ∂єαя ¢υѕтσмєя, уσυя яємαιηιηg ѕℓєєριηg тιмє нαѕ єχριяє∂. ѕσ ρℓєαѕє ℓєανє уσυя вє∂ αη∂ gєт υρ. αη∂ ѕαу т0 αℓℓ g00∂ м0яηιηg нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу !!! → ησ мαη ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ яι¢н єησυgн тσ вυу нιѕ σωη ραѕт. єηנσу єα¢н мσмєηт вєƒσяє ιт gєтѕ вєуση∂ яєα¢н. нανє gσσ∂ ∂αу! → ωяαρ α яαιηвσω σƒ נσу ιη уσυ нєαят, ℓєт тнє ѕυη ραιηт α ѕмιℓє ση уσυя ƒα¢є, яємσνє αℓℓ ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ σƒ ∂συвт &αмρ; ƒєαя αη∂ яє¢єινє gσ∂’ѕ gιƒт σƒ ℓιƒє. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → мσяηιηg ιѕ ησт σηℓу ѕυηяιѕє вυт α вєαυтιƒυℓ мιяα¢ℓє σƒ gσ∂ тнαт ∂єƒєαтѕ ∂αякηєѕѕ &αмρ; ѕρяєα∂ѕ ℓιgнт. мαу уσυ нανє α вєαυтιƒυℓ ∂αу αℓωαуѕ..!! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → gσ∂ ωιℓℓ ησт gινє уσυ α вυя∂єη, уσυ ¢αη’т нαη∂ℓє. ѕσ, ιƒ уσυ ƒιη∂ уσυяѕєℓƒ ιη α мєѕѕ тнαт’ѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє тσ яєѕσℓνє, тαкє ¢нαℓℓєηgє αѕ α ¢σмρℓιмєηт. gσ∂ тнιηкѕ уσυ ¢αη ∂σ ιт! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → ѕιℓєηт ιη мσυтн мαу ανσι∂ мαηу ρяσвℓємѕ.. вυт.. ѕмιℓє ιη мσυтн мαу ѕσℓνє αℓℓ тнє ρяσвℓємѕ.. ѕσ αℓωαуѕ нανє α ѕωєєт, ѕιℓєηт ѕмιℓє… ωιѕн уσυ α gσσ∂ мσяηιηg αη∂ ηι¢є ∂αу. → ωнαтєνєя ιѕ вєαυтιƒυℓ, ωнαтєνєя ιѕ мєαηιηgƒυℓ, ωнαтєνєя gινєѕ уσυ нαρριηєѕѕ мαу αℓℓ тнαт вє уσυя тσ∂αу, тσмσяяσω &αмρ; ƒσяєνєя , gσö∂ мσяηιηg → αη ι∂єαℓ ∂αу ѕнσυℓ∂ вєgιη ωιтн α ¢υтє ℓιттℓє уαωη ση уσυя ƒα¢є, α ¢υρ σƒ ¢σƒƒєє ιη уσυя нαη∂ &αмρ; α ѕмѕ ƒяσм мє ση уσυя мσвιℓє?! нανє α gяєαт ∂αу! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg. → ѕιмρℓє мυѕι¢ ¢αη мαкє уσυ ѕιηg, α ѕιмρℓє нυg ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ вєттєя, ѕιмρℓє тнιηgѕ ¢αη мαкє уσυ нαρρу. нσρє му ѕιмρℓє нι…!!! ωιℓℓ мαкє уσυ ѕмιℓє …gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…. → gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ωιтн α gяєαт ℓιgнт σƒ ѕυη ωιтн тнє ѕσηgѕ σƒ вιя∂ѕ ωιтн тнє gяєαт αzααη σƒ мαѕנι∂ ωιтн тнє qυяααη ωιтн тнє нαρριηєѕѕ ωιтн α gяєαт ѕмιℓє αη∂ ωιтн тнє мσяηιηg ρяαуєя нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу → мσяηιηg вєαυту ωιтн ¢σσℓ αη∂ ѕσƒт вяєєzє αяє яємιη∂єяѕ тнαт αℓℓαн ℓσνєѕ уσυ. ѕσ уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ єηנσу тнє ∂αу αη∂ мαкє уσυ ∂αу α мємσяαвℓє αη∂ ℓσναвℓє ∂αу! “gσσ∂ мσяηιηg”:-* → ∂σηт яєα∂ ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ ѕтσяу яєα∂ σηℓу ƒαιℓυяє ѕтσяу, в’¢σz, ƒαιℓυяє ѕтσяу уσυ gєт ηєω ι∂єα тσ ωιη, ƒяσм ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ ѕтσяу уσυ gєт σηℓу мєѕѕαgє. gσσ∂ мσяηιηg тσ υ → ¢нєєяƒυℓ ρєσρℓє αяє ℓιкє ѕυηℓιgнт. тнєу ѕнιηє ιη тσ тнє ¢σяηєяѕ σƒ тнє нєαят &αмρ; σƒƒєя вяιgнт мσяηιηgѕ &αмρ; ƒяєѕн нσρєѕ. **gσσ∂ мσяηιηg** тσ σηє ѕυ¢н ρєяѕση… → нι тσ ѕωєєт ρєяѕση ωнσ ραѕѕє∂ ѕωєєт ηιgнт ωιтн α ѕωєєт ∂яєαм, ησω ωαηт тσ ραѕѕ ѕωєєт ∂αу ωιтн ѕωєєт тαℓк, нανє α ѕωєєт ∂αу, нανє α ѕωєєт мσяηιηg!!! → “тнє мιηυтє уσυ тнιηк σƒ gινιηg υρ αηу яєℓαтιση, тнιηк σƒ тнє яєαѕση ωну уσυ нєℓ∂ ιт ѕσ ℓσηg” gσσ∂ мσяηιηg αη∂ нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу. → ησω ѕυη ιѕ нαρρу αη∂ мσση ιѕ υρѕєт вє¢αυѕє мσση ιѕ мιѕѕιηg уσυ αη∂ ѕυη ιѕ ωιтн уσυ нανє α gяєαт αη∂ ℓσνєℓу ∂αу → нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ ησт ѕσмєтнιηg υ ρσѕтρσηє 4 тнє ƒυтυяє. ιт’’ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg υ ∂єѕιgη 4 тнє ρяєѕєηт. мαкє єα¢н мσмєηт α нαρρу σηє. ι נυѕт ∂ι∂ ιт ву яємємвєяιηg υ! gσσ∂ мσяηιηg &αмρ; нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу → g-gєт υρ σ-σρєη уσυя єуєѕ σ-συт σƒ уσυя вє∂ ∂-∂αу нαѕ яιѕєη м-мєяяу ℓιƒє σ-σℓ∂ ∂яєαмѕ ¢σмє тяυє я-яιѕє αη∂ ѕнιηє η-ηєω ƒяιєη∂ѕ ι-ι∂єαѕ σƒ ℓιƒє η-ηι¢є ƒυтυяє g-gσσ∂∂αу 4 υ! → αη єχ¢єℓℓєηт ѕαуιηg “тнє ∂яєαм ιѕ ησт ωнαт уσυ ѕєє ιη ѕℓєєρ, ∂яєαм ιѕ тнє тнιηg ωнι¢н ∂σєѕ ησт ℓєт уσυ ѕℓєєρ.” gσσ∂ мσяηιηg → мαηу ρєσρℓє яєαℓιzє тнєιя нєαят’ѕ ∂єѕιяєѕ ℓαтє ιη ℓιƒє ¢σηтιηυє ℓєαяηιηg ηєνєя ѕтσρ ѕтяινιηg &αмρ; кєєρ уσυя ¢υяισѕιту ѕнαяρ &αмρ; уσυ’ℓℓ ηєνєя вє¢σмє тσσ σℓ∂ тσ αρρяє¢ιαтє ℓιƒє ~ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ~ → єνєяу ѕυηѕєт gινєѕ υѕ, σηє ∂αу ℓєѕѕ тσ ℓινє! вυт єνєяу ѕυηяιѕє gινє υѕ, σηє ∂αу мσяє тσ нσρє! ѕσ, нσρє ƒσя тнє вєѕт. gσσ∂ ∂αу &αмρ; gσσ∂ ℓυ¢к! 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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.

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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

I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him

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

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty

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 — < 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.

r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.

r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..

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 dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın 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 lífe. 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.

‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.

I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girl… In there. Couldn’t she breathe? Why didn’t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. “Shh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!” But she wouldn’t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldn’t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasn’t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. I’ll save one for real next time, I swear.

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.

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.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.

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?

I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.

Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..

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.

“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

🔵 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. 🔵

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