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The cat (or what used to be her cat) was pinned to the ceiling by its ears. It's stomach dangled all the way to the bath. Blood dripped and dripped and dripped into the bath.
Nick heard his phone ring. I got up from the couch and picked it up from the counter and let him answer it. "Hello, who is this?" Nick asked.
Jacob couldn't stand this tormenting any longer. So he ran. He cut through the long grass and trampled across the fields , not sparing a moment to take a fleeting glance over his shoulder.
#nightdwellers Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh..
The winners are: @soniagoesrawr- her name is Sonia, @MisslittleDHP- her name is Kim and lastly but not at least rracmada- his name is called Adam.
It was just a normal day here at home.. My husband left for work at the office.. Me and my husband married young and had children young.. I was 32 with 2 children which I loved dearly..
Dear Squatter The security system won't let me in. What are the codes new that you have changed it to. I hope that stuff about all the sex is just crazy stuff made up in your head.
To sisters once lived together. They lived in a house not far away from the village of Sulby in southern England.
My mother and father had just left the house to go to the movies. I was baby-sitting my two little sisters when the doorbell rang.
For @Naaviie us usual some of the names were thanks to her. Zoe The woman walked deliberately and confidently towards the tall dark mansion. The howls began when she walked through an inferred beam.
I know your there. I just don't know where you have been. Sneaking in my house. Dead of night. While I slept. You had your fun. What have you done. Why did you do it. Why pick on me.
#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
One night, a 16-year old girl named Sarah was babysitting three children for the Peterson family. They always hired her because the kids really seemed to like her.
Writing in my diary, my scribblings lit by the warm glow of my lamp, I'm comfortable and warm. Suddenly a creak echoes through the room, a creak of a foot on the stairs.
A little mouse creeps along. It quietly sneaks into the cubbard. Inside's hidden cheese a mouse's favorite snack. All too good to resist. Up went the mouse to the top shelf in the cubbard.
Him. The lanes twisted and turned for miles, there were only two houses, mine and his. His curtains were closed, mine were open. His garden was tall and crowded, mine was neat and cut.
I awoke dazed, a puddle of blood haloed around my head. Vision was becoming a problem, despite my eyes being wide open. Not that there was much to see.
I think there is a mouse. Living in my house. The little unwelcome guest. Has caused some unrest. The way my cats stare. At the door under the stairs. Their noses sniff around the door.
Goldilocks has never existed, Just one of Anderson's many listed, The girl behind the tale's true, Though differences. There are a few...
All I could remember when I woke up was her body spread out on the floor, her eyes wide with terror and the man who killed her coming after me. The nurse came by to check on my in the hospital bed.
It was early in the morning, just before the day was dawning, that a drunken man came yawning, yawning to my home front door.
A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft voice say, "Jesus is watching you". Thinking it was just his imagination, he continued his search.
I am in my room minding my own business. Probably playing computer games or looking at YouTube videos online, an activity that has quickly become a daily routine.
An escaped convict, imprisoned for 1st degree murder, had spent 25 years of his life sentence in prison.