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Slowly the door creaked open, further illuminating the room with the dim outdoor light. He could hear her tiptoe her way across the room, trying to surprise him.
( I have rewritten and added to chapter 1 so im posting this now, chapter 2 will be up in the next few hours !) Chapter 1 Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet.
I arrived at Beaumont avenue at around 2am; first on the scene. The rain had just finished its assault and I figured it was ok to remove my hood.
Anderson closed the door to the interview room. He had told the Carmicheal's there was no need to come down to the station. They had identified the remains from the dental records.
Rain trickled down the busted windows of the ancient Edwardian buildings in Dark CLoud Avenue.
Daniel woke up long before the sun came up on Christmas morning.
Detective Charles Anderson stood at the coffee machine awaiting for his cup to fall and fill. It was 6am and way to early to be at work.
They all say that we have a few skeletons in the closet. If that were true, this creature would be sleeping next to a graveyard. If he sat next to you in on a park bench, he appeared a regular man.
Stan knew he had fucked up. Why had he gone hunting 2 nights in a row. That was just plain stupid. It didn't help that his last victim had been his next door neighbour.
You may of heard of this but here it goes: A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children.
Abby was sitting in her room one day when she heard someone crying soutside. She ran to the window and saw a small girl sitting on the curb, sobbing. She looked about seven years old.
Laura and her boyfriend Carl were sitting in the car listening to the radio. This is what they did every Tuesday night.
It was a thump that made his whole heart feel like being stabbed over and over again. He knew, straight away, that it was Samantha.
22/03/04 As I anxoiusly crept around the lifeless wall, a scream entered my ears. Huh. "Mika!. Is that you?!" But it was useless. I was the murderer. First kill...
This is an old one you've probably heard, for best scares read in a dark room. Alone. So here it is.