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I was fascinated by how much my brains resembled oatmeal, spattered on the concrete. They gave you to me. As I walked up the driveway with my new friend, I introduced him to my dad. I sat up from this horrible nightmare that a gruesome faced man was trying to get in my home, all of a sudden I heard my daughter screaming. She woke up to an unusual silence in their bedroom. She looked over as the thing that laid where her husband use to be rose from under the sheets. I have never seen anything like it, the way it screamed and crawled towards me. This… This thing is suppose to be my little brother.

Lightning strikes and there is a man standing in my hallway with a knife. I woke up to the sound of screams and the feel of immense heat surrounding me. I look at my clock its as a rotting corpse pushes fingers into my stomach, I scream in relief its only a dream.

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Looking at my clock it is and my closet door creeks open…. As she finally drifted off to sleep, she felt the cold, bony fingers caress her body. She prayed it was just a dream…. When she turned around, she saw her own self, dressed in different clothes. Her heart went into shock and the other self gently helped her to the floor as she died. I opened my front door to the frantic pounding of my next door neighbor. To my horror it was something that was wearing his skin….

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The stew I was eating was delicious, and I wanted to give my husband a taste. But today, when the crushed body of the little dead boy strapped in his car seat opened his eyes and giggled at me when I tried to peel him out of the wreckage, I immediately knew that today would be my last day on the force. The dog sits at my gate every morning and night when I leave and come home from work. The girl pedaled quickly towards his car, droplets of water flying off her, leaving a trail on the sidewalk. My kids were excited to tell me about the day they just had with their mother.

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My eyes watered as I pondered how to tell them she died this morning on the way to work. When I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of cracking, I am aware that it is her rigor mortis body snapping unto itself as she crawls down the hallway. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would seek her revenge. I thought it was a gift too, until the day I began to see it in front of every house. Audra looked across the table to smile warmly at the loving faces of her husband and children. Through moon and fog, I run, branches whipping bare legs bloody, and race the hot breath, that burp of hell, against my nape.

Closer, closer, until saliva spatters my skin, and the thing with teeth wraps me in its mouth. I used to love hearing those sounds; the bathroom door opening, my girlfriend playfully drumming her fingernails on the sink, and the flat screech of the shower curtain pulling back before she stepped in to join me.

The mirror had been left to me by my late aunts estate, stored in the attic and covered in paper. I stared at my reflection, feeling that something was…off…but not knowing what — when my reflection winked at me. I breathe in the gas and count back from ten to get my tonsils removed. I had often had a slightly irrational fear of being stalked or having someone show up in the backseat of my car after leaving a bad relationship , so I got a smaller car for sense of security.

Then I realized it was only a memory. But he was already dead, and soon, she would be, too. From afar, the doll looked just like her.

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I like living alone. My car thumped over something in the road. I went camping with my three best friends. But by the time we left, we were nothing but a murderer, a witness, and a dead body. But then I remembered, he was dead and I was in my apartment alone. I panicked when the blood started crawling up my leg. Three cheers for Santa Claus, and all the good children who believe.

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I just wish my hungry neighbors would leave me alone. There was a knock on my door. Something inside told me not to open the closet. There was a photo of me sleeping on beautiful red silk on my phone. I stared at the picture of me emblazoned on the screen of the mobile phone, wracking my brain to try to understand how it got there.

At the expense of the last of their ammunition, the lumbering beast collapsed. Before I could react, the man produced an ax from his long coat and brought it to rest on the table before me. My eyes were glued to the scarring images on the horrifying scrapbook I found at my new neighbors house.

Before my parents left town for the weekend, they tucked me in, locked my bedroom door, and told me that there was nothing to be afraid of: the monsters had no way of getting inside the house. If they had stayed a second longer they would have heard his laughter from inside the closet. At least it was accurate: my sister was delicious.