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White Nightgown
TW: murder They come late at night.I’m not entirely sure what woke me up at first but the longer I sit motionlessly and strain my hearing, the clearer I can hear twww.onedoor.cche distant murmur of struggle and muffled shouts. My bedroom is untypically illuminated by the soft glow streaming in through the windows, bathing everything in warm, orange light. It is almost as though a fireplace was lit in the room, creating a homely, cosy atmosphere, except there is no fireplace here.As I slide from underneath the covers and pad on bare feet towards the closest window, I spy the glow’s origin. It’s hard not to...
Hamburger
Before becoming a millionaire, Mr. Typical worked as a broker in Wall Street. Not quite as the ‘wolf’ but a broker nonetheless. And no, he didn’t make a fortune by bilking or milking his maybe-customers.On a typical day, he would sit by his desk patiently when the bell rang for the day. Beside him his colleague, who always came in wearing some form of corduroy would do the same for the time being. On his other side however, the guy who didn’t have a single hair out of place on his head – all shiny, glued for the day would be married to his computer screen, watching numbers and concomitant grap...
Different, but the Same
Silence engulfs them across the room. The tension is palpable, as four stony faces all stare at each other suspiciously. It suffocates them, an invisible glove around all of their necks. They await further instructions, whilst they sit at an empty table. “The feast will begin in a few minutes.” A monotonous voice calls out from a speaker attached to the wall. “Be there, or don’t.” The threat hangs in the air, and slices through them like a knife. They all shift uncomfortably in their seat. Theresa Scott sits there anxiously, chewing at her fingernails. Her hair is scraped back into a po...
Reyes
A loud tapping on glass doesn’t sound like something that’s terrifying to hear by itself. But throw in some hard rain, maybe a couple lightning strikes, and the howling of the wind together with it into a night filled with darkness and you’ll have something much more nerve racking. And such is the chaos that awoke me and had me rolling out of my bed in the late hours of the night. The air was somewhat knocked out of my lungs when I hit the floor without being able to brace myself, landing flat on my back on the wood. The only chance I had to get my bearings was from the blinding flashes of lig...