A horrible end is better than endless horror.
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
Sometimes good people do bad things.
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She’s now the Crazy Whisperer.
WANNA YOU WANNA WEENIE ME?” The end kind of trailed off in a shrill, choking warble.
Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.
I am a big scaredy-cat; horror films terrify me.
Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.
Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.
The Element of Surprise is their in every day,It’s when you wake up.
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