Carpe Noctem

"Gas station's only a quarter mile," they told me, so I picked up the fuel can and started down the country road, but my phone light was useless in the dark.

I went on as best I could until the full moon came out to show me something not quite human.

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Anthropophagy

 

They say what you fear is what you attract. Pity George didn't work through his issues while he had time.

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Would You Like a Balloon?

Come closer and I'll show you a trick.

It won't hurt at all.

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Postcard from Arkham

"One bad day" was all it took to make me what I am. I can't say how or when or why; we'll just leave it at multiple choice.

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Kayako

I watched the video over and over and always the same look of terror on my son's face from someone, something

 "It's a dream," I tell myself, but I cannot wake up...

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Benny

He once was loved, but the new girlfriend didn't care for the color of his fur, so he was given the liberty of the streets, but this freedom was cold, hard, and dirty until a fight to the death over moldy scraps made him truly free.

The one who was Benny is no more; he's joined the horde, and now he is going home.

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Asylum

They see me: quiet, inert, subject to their whims, but I can smell their blood, taste their fear, see their nervous laughter behind closed doors.

They have no idea, but soon, they will.

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Another Six Weeks

 Punxsutawney Phil was pulled from his den, but he had no news about the weather. The horde had come, and the crowds looking for spring found nothing but  contagion and hunger instead.

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