Not What He Seems
She thought it was unusual to hear her husband making such a ruckus in the basement at 3:17 am. But when she heard the growl of the chainsaw and the blood-curdling screams that followed, she thought it best not to disturb him while working.
He waited for her to get home as he did every night. This time, he decided he was going to help her realize it wasn't her imagination.
The Shadow Man
The stench was rather vile—much worse than a pig~sty- Noire felt all the supper begin to make its way back up from their esophagus. Shirley Temple could hardly be recognized after her body had been disintegrated by something that Noire felt might be a platinum daemon.
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she was so beautiful. I love the way her soft skin fit on my face.
"You want to be with your husband, well I can make that happen but first look inside the box I brought you."
As she lifted the lid, she screamed and screamed as she stared at her husband's head
Millennial Horror Story
you’re a millennial about to hit 2023
you can’t afford rent or therapy so you laugh off your trauma while living in your mom’s basement drinking the tequila that reminds you of college yet you still can’t pay off those student loans and you just gaslighted your girlfriend because she‘s “too much” but you still cry when Bambi dies
I was supposed to be asleep. But I’m wide awake and can’t move or scream, as I hear the buzz of a surgical bone saw.
The windows were closed, cracks covered with black tape, old newspaper stuffed wherever cold might seep through, albeit irrelevant since any insulation that might once have filled the space behind the walls had long since rotted away or been nibbled by desperate rodents, ancestors of the skinny shadow slowly creeping towards the only source of warmth in the room: a wriggling bundle whimpering pitifully for warm hands that might hug and hold it close to breasts that might nourish the body, a loving heart to nurture the soul. Alas, a hopeless wish, as long nails and sharp teeth caused the soft cry to crescendo, briefly, before the silence was marred only by hungry desperate gnawing and chewing of a satisfied beast.
Her hair smelled like candied lemons and felt like kittens fur as I ran my fingers through it. She keeps asking where her mom is, and I don't understand why because I've told her several times I am her mommy now.