William Afton Corpse Novels & Stories

Some rarely-seen birds also hovered around Asford, and some elderly residents believed that this was a sign of impending disaster. One day, the peaceful life of Asford was suddenly disrupted by an unexpected event. A family of three—the Pines—living in the town were killed by an unknown assailant. If it were only a simple murder, then this case would have been written off as a home invasion. However, to the townspeople’s horror, the deranged murderer had disemboweled the victims and removed their internal organs.

William then closed the case as he didn't need the police's help anymore. Little did he know that after closing the case, the Cortezes went to the police station. During that time, the Cortezes were preparing for the real Melissa's funeral. After closing the case, he wanted to tell his son to stop searching for Morgan. Morgan was dead. However, his two sons refused to give up. Helpless, William thought he had to pretend to keep searching, even if it was for his sons. Not long after, his wife passed away. William told Kieran the truth about what happened back then.

She banged her head repeatedly against the floor. I looked down at her from above, cold and unfeeling, and tossed a business card onto the ground. "There's a brick kiln in the northwest—hard labor, room and board included. With your strength, fifty years of work might just pay off your debts." Her face went pale. She collapsed in despair, utterly broken. Satisfied, I turned and walked toward the city's largest morgue. William lay on a cold iron slab, his body glazed in frost. Everyone—including the Stafford family—assumed he was dead.

The coffin turned out to have a transparent lid, so she could clearly see what was inside the coffin. She gasped, covered her mouth with both hands and took a few steps back in surprise when her eyes saw clearly the condition of the corpses of the people William called as his parents. Their bodies did not decompose as normal corpses would look. It looked like it was preserved by embalming technique or whatever it was called. Their expressions at the time of their death were terrifying, full of desperation, begging whoever attacked them to grant them forgiveness.

he exclaimed. He attempted to call his friend to inquire if he was aware of the strange event that occurred today, but he did not respond. After a while, night fell, and his father arrived. William also assisted his mother in the preparation of food after completing his school requirements for tomorrow. During dinner, the family inevitably discusses the news. William's mother also inquired about the body, but, as reported in the news, they were unable to determine how he died or what creature killed that man. They advised William not to go out and stroll until the cause of the man's death was determined. Because their town is small, it is better to be safe, and they will all be cautious.

“Okay. God of War, can you still recognize him now?” Thomas frowned slightly. “Of course, I can.” “Okay, please come with me.” Aden brought Thomas to the morgue. There was a corpse on the mortuary table, and it was covered by a white cloth. Aden said, “We found this corpse a day ago. We received a police report from a farmer. He said that when he was plucking vegetables in the wild, he found a corpse. We immediately went out, dug up this corpse without damaging it, and brought it back to the police station.”

I consoled. When they got a hold of themselves, we all departed. I carried Athena in my arms as she was too weak to walk, while James carried Rebecca's dead body. We would keep her with Jessica's and send them to the morgue first until we decide on when they will be buried. What a black Tuesday it was! We drove home in silence. Athena's arm was linked with mine, her head on my shoulder while her father sat at the other end of the seat beside her. James was in the front passenger seat.

They had no choice but to cremate him since no one could get his body out of Bonnie’s house. Everyone had learned why and how Ghost got his nickname and it wasn’t because of his pale skin. Williamson had locked him in a cell while everyone waited for the ambulance to come for Matt. When Williamson had gone back to the station after leading the disaster efforts, Ghost was gone. Williamson had sworn up and down that he had frisked Ghost before he put him in the cell. He had taken Ghost's lock pick from him. An APB was put out on Ghost, but no one matching his description had turned up. The deputies felt that he was long gone.

But I saw it—he deliberately stepped away, his hand slipping out of reach, leaving her grasping at air. Though the thought of an autopsy was unbearable for William's family, they ultimately agreed, determined to seek justice for their child. Considering that William had no hereditary conditions and had consistently passed his health screenings, I felt a sense of urgency. With a clear direction in my suspicions, the autopsy report was completed in under a month. The report conclusively stated that the cause of William's death was due to "foreign object obstruction of the airway." It explicitly noted that a cotton ball, approximately the size of a thumb, had lodged itself in the deceased's tra

As they came closer William and Papa turned toward them, leaving the crowd and walking to intercept the younger couple. “What’s going on?” Sandra asked the men as they came within earshot of each other. “There’s a problem on the property,” William said. “The workers found something buried where the old barn had been.” “What kind of something?” Creighton asked with a deep frown. “Human remains,” Papa answered. “And they don’t appear to be very old.” “What do you mean?” Sandra asked, her heart in her throat as she tried to comprehend what she was hearing. “Andrew is dealing with the police, but it looks like a homicide,” William said as they came to a halt. “I’m sorry son, but the preliminary