As you listened to the amazing song your friend suggested, you got goosebumps. But they weren’t from the song- they were from the fingers reaching for you from inside your wall.
I’m very lucky- I always have been. But it’s always been bad luck, I realize as I float above my grave.
My cat yowls in the dark. His pained cries are replaced with wet gurgles as I bite through his throat.
You stood in front of the pearly gates, looking in. Hell looked so inviting.
Your wife left after she kept finding different colored hair strands throughout the house. She hated it when you didn’t let her help hide the bodies- you never were good at cleaning up.
Your friend chrunched through the lollipop to get to the chewy center. This lollipop’s flavor was a new one you would’ve killed to taste: “Sam”.
“You shouldn’t be afraid of the dark- a lot of people go blind,” your mom tells you. But she can’t hear the things lurking in the blackness behind your nonfunctional eyes.
“What was that thing?!?” your friend breathlessly asks. “Me,” you whisper into his ear as you shift back to your original form.
We embraced each other, regardless of the hatred we received from others. Even in the afterlife, people hate beastiality.
I answered the riddle of the bridge troll, and I was allowed to pass across the ancient bridge. Neither of us saw the earthquake coming.
It was my first time on a boat, and I was pretty scared of falling into the water. The ferryman told me not to worry, that nobody’s ever fallen out on the way to the Underworld.
The train whistle sounded, and the train began moving forward. You didn’t have enough time to jump out of the way.
The farmer was branding his livestock, their pained sounds quickly filling up the farm. He was always one to talk to them, especially during branding, to help calm them- he hated crying children.
You pick a small bouquet of flowers and give them to your mom, and while you were careful not to breathe in too much of their toxic pollen, your mom takes a big whiff. You bury her next to your “missing” father.
The small puppy played with its siblings, wresting for bones the others were chewing on, as you watched. By now, the bones were the only thing left of your body for them to chew on.
I hate driving at night, especially when I almost hit people. When I drive during the day, my aim is a lot better.
Going deaf isn’t that bad. I can still hear the voices in my head.
I screamed at her to leave before I had to hurt her, but she just kept walking towards me, and I killed her. Now her babies are pouring out of the eggsac she had been carrying on her back.
Your mother was right: they were all laughing at you. But you were scared- this blood was from humans, not pigs.
You saw eyes watching you before the candle went out, leaving the room pitch black. Your prey screamed.
Looking in the mirror, I screamed when I saw a bloody corpse lying in the bathtub. I just want to carry one to full term.
Her bones crunched as the chiropractor worked his magic. She had been incredibly stiff from chopping up her girlfriend.
Your wife pulls into the driveway, many hours early, and you tell the man you’re with to get out of the house. He floats through the ceiling.
Unicorns are real, and I know because I can see them. But the doctors don’t believe me and up my dosage.
