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I didn't want to spend time twisting and turning on every knob else I may just attract someone and instead of killing just one person I may end up killing everyone present here. Taking a courageous step I decided to check the door at the end of the hallway and luckily i was at the right spot. His lights were on and he was no where to be seen. My eyes caught a shelf at the end of the room where he dad the pictures of his family hanging and I went up to have a look but before I could he was out of what I think was his closet.

the woman said and the television showed the outside of the houses with the bright yellow ‘do not cross—police’ tape cordoning off the area. “The first victims were Marrick and Susan Goldman and their four children, Jackson, Rupert, Sumari and Kyle. Two of the children died from poisoning while the rest were shot at close range. Nothing appeared to be missing from their home. The second set of victims were Peter McPherson, his wife Tanya and their daughter Michelle. Michelle was strangled to death but Peter and Tanya were shot at close range just like the Goldman couple. Their house was ransacked but the police are unsure if anything is missing as yet. The third set of victims were Rick and

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Every color seemed brighter, almost too bright. The jagged, pointed chandeliers no longer looked exquisite and luxurious. Their crystal points were razor sharp, and the maroon background seemed almost blood-red in comparison. Hide the ugly beneath something beautiful and appealing, I thought somewhat drunkenly. I managed to snag something to eat before all but running to my bedroom. I paused in front of the bedroom door, marveling at the splash of color. Each of our doors were completely unique, a reflection of ourselves. Mine was stained in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. A thin golden trimming lined the door and doorknob. I had once thought the door was similar to my hair, kissed b

SHOWING TONIGHT. "They're 'Visualizing' our death to make it real," Silas hissed, his stormy sea-grey eyes turning a solid, glowing gold. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. It wasn't the rhythmic, polite knock of a neighbor. It was a heavy, mechanical thudding that shook the very frame of the apartment. Silas walked to the door and looked through the peephole. He didn't see a hallway. He saw a forest of grey, ash-covered trees.

I even threatened Matthew that if he did not send Shirley away right then, I would jump off a building. My craziness frightened everyone. They did not want a tragedy on Christmas Eve, so they convinced Matthew to have Shirley leave for a while. However, nobody expected that Shirley would faint from low blood sugar while walking in the neighborhood. With no one around to find her, she froze to death on that Christmas Eve night. It was a heartbreaking loss. After hearing the news, I was filled with remorse. However, Matthew, he changed for the better. He did not blame me and turned into the perfect husband.

My thumb jabbed toward the break room. "Danny and Jon are both dead, Casey." Derek stuck the key in the lock. "Danny was over by pharmaceuticals when those guys charged in." Danny was dead. Jon was dead. That didn't change the fact I knew someone or something was inside this room. I grabbed Derek's arm before he pushed the door open. "Someone's in there." They must've heard the fear in my voice because they hunkered down on their guns before Derek slowly opened the door.

Even though none of them came back from that remedial class, the elderly parents in question didn't see a problem they were young, they themselves went through moments of similar youth. About that. Between the spiritual gates... The women who guarded the gates and gardens of spiritual fiefdoms, where they dressed in black, their long black dresses, where they always received those who in turn died, but did not remember. The gates of the dark worlds only received those who died a violent death who only remembered that they died, because their bodies were slow to be found.

My legs halted as my mind still lingered on the incident with the other guy's death and his blood splattering on my face. "Hey... why did you stop? We aren't gonna get anywhere now, are we?" A grunt followed as I heard Adrian's whisper. I couldn't shake off the feeling of his weight resting on my shoulders. Managing a few breaths, I made my way in. The room had no trace of blood. From a proper glance around the room, no one could ever guess there had been a death here. I caught no sight of blood or any signs of force; it seemed they had all been properly tidied up by the maid.

“Husband? What husband? Just come inside. It’s not safe at the door.” With my wrist in her firm grip, the wife hurried further inside the apartment. The layout of her apartment was the same as mine. I saw a memorial photo on the cupboard. It was exactly the same as it had been in my dream. Right beside the cupboard was the bedroom door. My legs trembled, and I stopped at the center of the living room. The wife walked to the memorial photo and touched it. Then, she wiped the glass clean. “My husband has been dead for two years, but he comes back every night to bother me. I’m sure that he’ll come today too.”