Feeding a 2 year old child is surely not an easy job but I still managed to get her tummy full, affirmed by her cute burp.
Now that she was stuffed, I could finally start marinating her for dinner.
Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them.
Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing.
He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find.
Why did she have to be born still?
Internet still not working.
You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered.
You live alone.
I kiss my wife and daughter goodnight before I go to sleep.
When I wake up, I’m in a padded room and the nurses tell me it was just a dream.
You’re laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers.
You feel a hand grab your feet.
The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs.
Something locked the crypt door from the inside.
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me.
After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock at the door.
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen.
As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down.
As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said “I heard that, too.
She asked why I was breathing so heavily.
My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house.
She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.
Nurse’s Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth.
Silent, always smiling.
The longer I wore it the more it grew on me.
She had such pretty skin.
You hear the scream across the hallway, but your eyes won’t open and you can’t move.
Being the first to respond to a fatal car accident is always the most traumatic thing I see as a police officer.
But today, when the crushed body of the little dead child 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.
I looked out my window.
The stars had gone away.
The pairs of emaciated eyes outnumber the single round in my gun.
With pleading tears falling on her doll’s hair, I point the barrel at my last surviving daughter.
After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child.
I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.