But after finding a Kidnapping case dated 11 years ago with my face on the cover of it, I realized the horrifying truth.

A blinding light penetrated my eyes and I began to cry as people in masks held me up declaring, “It’s a boy!”

By the time he noticed the sounds from her were only odd wheezes and not words, the woman-shaped lure slipped from his grip, and he saw the rows of teeth bathed in hot rancid breath for only a minute more.

The sweet woman I ran to for help said, "oh I'm so glad you found me to keep you safe, let's go to my house and have some candy!"

I try to scream, I try to save him, but my ALS leaves my body paralyzed and I'm forced to watch my true love and caretaker slowly bleed out on the floor.

We waited 6 years for our shy little of bundle of joy to come out but we finally decided to cut my wife open and drag the stubborn rascal out.

"Looks like meat is back on the menu, boys!" she added with a grin.

"Group A, report to the barracks for your single-use bomb installation, and Group B, report to the cafeteria for resource recycling, and lastly Group C, report to the medical bay for redistribution."

They only last one night because their body is never found in one piece.

If she had known she’d be trapped where she died, alone, she wouldn't have done the deed.

The man screamed in both pain and absolute terror as half formed figures tore their way out of his flesh.

"We have ruled that your participation in the trials will not count towards your sentence Mr. Smith, now you can either serve your 500 year via the final product or you can die behind bars."

And I closed the door and locked it hard so that he cannot get out of that room forever.

No matter which route I take for my rounds, every single mannequin is always turned to face me.

I'd always been restricted to the grounds before but could now enter the main house

I don't want to know what he would do if I ever said no.

He couldn't, or she would have done the same to their daughter while she was still in her womb.

When we finally brought his brother home, he pointed to the same scar on his own forehead and whispered, “You buried Michael.”

The poor man's face recoiled in horror as I threw the collar into the campfire.

After making sure that the woman in front of him was Malissa and not her twin sister the man pretending to be the delivery guy shot her.

Until I opened my journal and all the pages were read "Your wife does not exist"

That means the search party was replaced by road construction.