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They were there because of the story Everett had spread. Every one of them had watched Stellan's coffin being carried out for burial. Every one of them knew that he had died on the battlefield. Now, a 'dead man' had just climbed out of his own coffin, and the murmuring was growing louder by the second. "Who is that? Isn't the general supposed to be dead?" "That's what I'm saying. It's already been seven days since he died. Where did this man come from?" "He's probably a fraud, right? Trying to pass himself off as the general for money?"

He roared, "Clarisse, Clarisse, I'm sorry! I love you... I heard that people become ghosts after death. You should come back to see or claim my life! Don't hide. I know you're here. Show up and let me take a look... I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." At the end of his sentence, he kept slapping his face, his eyes red like a trapped beast. He finally said he loved me, but it was after I died. However, it was too late, Connor. He got exhausted from crying and lay on the bed with my ashes. The next day, he went to the police station and resigned as a forensic doctor. Then, I watched him live like a zombie. He stayed at home every day. Besides doing chores, he held my urn. I floated aside with a frown and

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

one muttered. Inside the campus, the scene was eerily familiar. Broken glass littered the ground, papers fluttered in the breeze, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air. The first wave of zombies appeared almost immediately, their guttural groans cutting through the silence. Luke and Bayo didn’t hesitate. Bayo wielded a makeshift weapon—a sturdy metal pipe he had found earlier—and swung it with precision. Each strike connected with a sickening crunch, sending the undead to the ground.

The Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Before they can even pull the trigger on him he already ripped their hearts out leaving them there to die and for the vulture to clear and wild animals to clears his mess. Ever since the governments of these countries realized what kind of monster he is, Halloween was canceled all over the world, until November 2008 rumors went round that Harold Jankinsteins was dead but his body was never found. Two years later Halloween returned with the main reason why it was created, to celebrate Samhain.