The creatures pursued him through the woods until he could run no more. Their prey not exhausted they took their time with the meal. He finally died when the first half of his body was gone.
The highlight of my day is always coming home and playing house with my daughter. My family keeps pestering me to stop, but death won't break the bonds between parent and child.
Dear Diary: Today I met the the perfect man. Tomorrow I will implant my child into his chest cavity so it will grow strong.
I hit a man with my car yesterday. I called an ambulance right away, then watched him bleed out on the street before they could arrive. The experience was exhilarating.
My son has been complaining about an old woman sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night. I told him to do the same thing I've always done; close his eyes and pretend that she isn't there.
I'm nothing without her in my life. That's why this time I installed stronger bars on her cage.
As he laid down at the bottom of the pit he waited for death to come. He'd made his peace after trying for days to get out. What was more unsettling was the face that peered down at him each evening at twilight. It was waiting too.
The scratches in the vents are unsettling. The eyes in the closet are terrifying. The arm wrapped around me makes me want to die.
It wasn't the fall that killed him. It was the grinning man at the top of the tower.
My son says some strange things before bed, but nothing beats what he told me tonight. "Goodbye dad, I'll see you in heaven." I was deeply disturbed after he told me that. How could he have known?