From The Forest, It Calls_The Blood of Cynthia Vale_ Red winter._Manic
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From The Forest, It Calls
I walk forward at a steady crouch, the carpet of leaves below me barely making a sound from the soft footsteps I leave. The night air is biting and cold, and the awareness that something is watching surrounds me. Even without light, and with grasses and shrubs blocking the trail in front of me, I know the path I follow.I’ve come out here every night since I was 8、 My parents caught me the first time. They’d kept me up all night drilling into me the dangers of the forest at night. “There are vicious animals out there,” they told me, “And strange men who want to take you. But even worse, the for...
The Blood of Cynthia Vale
Mr. Athan Williams was not a normal man. From the first moment that Cynthia Vale laid eyes upon him, something had ticked wrong. Normal men did not possess skin so bleached as dried bone, too thin to veil the delicate cobweb of veins pulsing just millimeters beneath; normal men’s limbs did not hang in such a state of peculiarity that they resembled a rag doll carelessly abandoned on the floor; normal men’s teeth were not sharp and did not flash blindingly bright in the sunlight. And it was for these reasons that Cynthia had spent her afternoon peeringwww.onedoor.cc with a sense of morbid curiosity over the ...
Red winter.
I looked outside through the window, it was snowing lightly. First snow of the year. I am talking about ten years ago when I was seven years old. That evening in the kitchen of our old house. I was standing on a cold tiled floor, with a regular kitchen knife in my blood stained hands.Zeshan Masood, my best childhood friend was lying dead on the floor. He had been lying there for an hour, and I stood staring at his corpse the whole time.It was me who killed him. But it was not on purpose. We were just playing a game - a stupid game! Zeshan usually came over my house to play after school. That e...
Manic
Her fist shot out, connecting with the side of his head. He staggered back, clutching his ear.“What’s your problem?” The local superhero, Windstorm, complained.She backed away from him, keeping a hand on the bag over her shoulder. “My problem? You just tried to kill me!” Alexis was wearing all black, but no mask like most thieves. Her long black hair was in a neat braid. “Well, why are you robbing a bank?” He asked, rubbing his ear.She frowned. “None of your business.”“I think that it is my business.” He said, standing up, and putting his fists on his hips. He looked impressive until he start...