Morbid Facts Novels & Stories

It was her first reaction. "I am sorry, ma'am, but your husband bled to death and the accident was due to excessive intoxication and speeding," he explained. "I want to see the body," Nera replied. She was led into the morgue and shown Marcus' broken body. He had fractures everywhere, and his face was barely recognizable. She stared at the body with a straight face; she knew he deserved her tears. There was a time when he made her happy, and even when he knew she cheated, he never made her pay.

"There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—" I gasp. "Succubi?" "Yeah. You know—women who seduce men. There's also the other way around. Men who can make any woman fall for them. Some people are actually immune to those powers, though." She studies me for a second. "Rare people." "Oh." I shake my head, trying to clear it. "What else?" "Lots more." "That's a lot to take in," I whisper. Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything.

She claimed my slippers cost five grand and that if I got the grant, I would just blow it on a new phone. The academic advisor, Harrison Carter, had believed her lies and claimed others 'needed it more'. Just like that, he handed the money to someone else. Back then, I was living on a hundred bucks a month. Without that grant, I had to work three jobs just to survive. Eventually, the exhaustion triggered a heart attack, and that was it for me. I shook off the dark memory and looked up. Students were taking turns on the podium, sharing their sob stories and begging for votes.

Rebecca Morrison, dead at twenty-eight from organ failure. Jennifer Morrison, dead at thirty-one from autoimmune complications. Michelle Morrison, dead at twenty-six from kidney failure. And now Lily Morrison, slowly dying of mysterious symptoms that doctors can't properly diagnose. The pattern is clear once you know what to look for. Alex finds wealthy women, marries them, isolates them, then kills them slowly in ways that look like natural deaths. He's been doing it for over a decade, moving from state to state, changing his identity slightly each time to avoid detection.

I have never been the same since the accident. I feel like something is wrong with me. The visions that I saw before the accident are getting intense. I feel like I am not the same anymore. I am getting weirder and weirder too. I can hear voices from the dead. I can see scary things that only my eyes can see, I can see visions and weird, scary scenarios and I can read minds too but not much.

His entire body was covered in wounds, and his limbs were shattered. After I finished dealing with his funeral affairs in the hospital, I received a phone call from my neighbors saying that my father fainted due to grief. When he woke up, he lost his mind. Not only could he not remember who I was, but he also kept mumbling about how we should all die. One day, while I went out to buy groceries, he slipped and fell from our balcony on the eighteenth floor. His whole body was broken. The police could not even retrieve his full corpse.