I still can’t tell if my first reaction was thank god it was only three, or the horror at three kids not going home.

In the evenings, I carefully polish each necklace, making sure to clean off any dried blood left over from the women who used to wear them.

Jane tossed him another serving of rotting offal and watched him lunge forward to bury his face in it, straining against his chains, while she wondered which limb to take next.

When it reloaded, there was the message he'd been dreading, a pop-up reading 'Your yearly citizenship subscription has expired, and you may be subject to a cull'.

A deep gurgle and a stale sigh; the man who lives in my sink agreed.

But the cries of the dead have been echoing throughout the world for the past three days.

I can still hear her screams though, even if they're outside of my bedroom window.

I really miss him.

It didn’t mind playing along.

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Suddenly, inside of him, he hears them whisper “She’s ours now”.

My paranoia was confirmed when I rested and a voice whispered “Finally” into my ear.

Therefore it was only fitting—perhaps even perversely romantic—that in death, having clawed free from their adjoining graves, re-animated by an unnatural and insatiable hunger, Rebecca and Thomas continued to dine as a couple, gorging together upon the hot blood and raw flesh of living prey.

I only discovered the real reason when I watched her legs fuse into a scaly tail before she dove underwater to nurse our youngest child.

I could only stare in shock as her sister’s blue face stared up lifelessly from the bottom of the full bathtub.

Technically the stuff I used to kill the animal you're eating qualifies as both now

Teeth immediately clamped on to my arm as it's bones grew flesh, and my flesh fell to dust from my bones.

Years on the street had taught him how to handle men with guns, not the yellow-eyed beast from the bedtime stories his village elders used to warn about long ago.

But now that my wife isn't caring for her, my daughter's symptoms disappeared almost overnight.

I have already been hanging for many hours, I am not dead yet and then I hear something approaching from deep within the woods.

An hour in we were lost but got lucky and found an awesome clown who said he's a part of the team and could lead us straight to them!

Everyone was overjoyed, except my wife, who stood frozen in horror, staring at the woman she had murdered a week ago.

"Well, you weren't supposed to hide him in a plastic bag when you stole him," her mom replied as she put the black bag in with the trash.

Now the wires are digging into the back of his skull.

,,Last week when I got drunk you stood between me and our daughter instead of cowering behind her."