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I was warned by my neighbours to keep my blinds closed and not to be fooled by the sound of weeping children that echoes in the streets at midnight.

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"Just go, you can't save me! Go!" I screamed, as I pushed against David's chest with my gun.

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As I write another tally on the wall marking 20 years I sigh and stand up

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I have a very, very rare disease and my mother is raising money online for my treatment.

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I don't know what's worst, the full tape of the five year old being tortured to death,

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Newly deceased always feel relieved when they are in the afterlife, away from all the pain in the world.

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I was working the reception desk late one night, my white skin reflecting in the moonlight, when a disheveled looking man walked in and introduced himself as Mr. Ghur, first name Nick.

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She was finally done crying.

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“That’d be 25 dollars”, the cashier huffed at me.

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Tears welled in my eyes as the ghostly woman approached me closer.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I was warned by my neighbours to keep my blinds closed and not to be fooled by the sound of weeping children that echoes in the streets at midnight.	5
"Just go, you can't save me! Go!" I screamed, as I pushed against David's chest with my gun.	5
As I write another tally on the wall marking 20 years I sigh and stand up	5
I have a very, very rare disease and my mother is raising money online for my treatment.	5
I don't know what's worst, the full tape of the five year old being tortured to death,	5
Newly deceased always feel relieved when they are in the afterlife, away from all the pain in the world.	5
I was working the reception desk late one night, my white skin reflecting in the moonlight, when a disheveled looking man walked in and introduced himself as Mr. Ghur, first name Nick.	5
She was finally done crying.	5
“That’d be 25 dollars”, the cashier huffed at me.	5
Tears welled in my eyes as the ghostly woman approached me closer.	5