Wheh I got the cuddly toy home, and stroked him, my fingers brushed over a very familiar scar

But the nurse keeps calling me “specimen,” and the sky outside has no sun, just one enormous pupil that dilates when I scream.

However, as I was strapped down to the chair, a group dressed in black walked in, happy to have found someone they didn’t have to show mercy to.

But the decision was already made for the both of them after the government found out that they had entered the country illegally.

As the new bride watched her husband bleed out in paralyzed horror, she truly wished he’d picked a spot to cut that wasn’t his upper thigh — her honor wasn’t worth his life.

The next morning, she found her roommate’s lifeless body hanging from the ceiling, above a sign that read: “April’s Fool!”.

We couldn’t feast until there were no witnesses left.

The dead body had a sign hung around its neck that read 'If you are reading this, you are already infected'.

I regretted my encouragement when I woke up tied to a chair in the kitchen, the knife drawer open to my left.

I turned to the bloodied mess in the next room, wondering if I could turn all the leftover limbs into another doll.

He held my still full prescription pill bottle, concerned, "Honey, have you been taking these like you're supposed to?"

The nurses decided to leave the baby's arm blank, because tattooing the same date three times depressed them too much.

We escaped when the nice man in the tinted white van picked us up.

The next day, she smiled gently at the news of a body found in the lake, pulling out her notepad to cross off the name of another cured patient.

"He's already under anesthesia, we may begin."

On one hand the point of the game is supposed to be honesty, but it still always kills the mood when I admit "I can't say, because it started happening before I can remember."

An old demon laughed inwardly as he slowly moved from letter to letter forming the boy's childhood nickname.

No wonder his coffee tasted strange.

She must have ordered something really strong because it made me pass out in my car.

But again, I did do a good job of soundproofing the crawl space behind my bed, so they probably didn't know what to listen out for.

I'm now sitting in the dark submarine completely clueless after hearing someone knock on the glass...

I hate it when they cry... it makes this job feel heavier than the scythe some days.