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The Grim Reaper's Experiment
“Don’t scream.”In reply, her scream pierces through the midnight silence. The cloaked figure at the foot of her bed startles and grumbles before throwing a hand over her gaping mouth, muffling the cries. As soon as she’s silenced for a heartbeat, if only to catch her breath, the Grim Reaper says “If you yell like that, the neighbors will think I’m trying to kill you or something. So please do me a favor and...”He takes his hand off of her mouth. This would be the point where he would cock his head and raise a wary eyebrow. If he had a face. Instead, his cloak’s hood appears to be perched ato...
The Eighth Casualty
“Jeffrey Blair, the biology teacher, was the first one to die,” said Detective Cassie Ward thumbing over one of the pages of the stapled police report.“Yeah,” mumbled Jeremy Bullock, whose eyes were locked on the quarter rolling across his fingers.“Did you ever take his class?” “Yeah, last year,” Jeremy replied keeping the quarter in constant rhythm. “Did you know that he had a wife and daughter?”“No, not really.”“His daughter’s name is Paige and she misses her daddy very much,” Cassie emphasized wiwww.onedoor.ccth a hint of pity in her voice.“Yeah, bet she does.”“I think Paige and her mom would appreciate ...
Madar's Story
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The estate in Arak, in all its glory, was a gift from the Qajar dynasty, the rulers of Persia from 1789 to 1925, to her great grandfather, Mirza Isa Ghaem Magham Farahani, for he had served as their trusted chancellor for more than 20 years. The mansion, in its powerful display, was a perfect representation of him. An artist-drawn portrait, hung in the entrance halfway, showing a look of a man not common today. His long-black beard, almost as tall as his colossal hat. Eyes looking away from the arti...
The problem with the end of the world
The problem with the end of the world is that you never get a nice day. No matter how good you start off, you always end up in a pile of guts and gore. Today was a good day until the zombies showed up. Sun was shining, no acid clouds melting flesh. There was even a deer with nine eyes that we spotted on our way to get supplies. The Turned ruin everything. I only got this new combat gear yesterday and it's already stained in blood. Their slow stumbling gait as they moved towards us meant we couldn't stop, not even for a baked beans break. We ended up eating while moving which always gives me i...