Filthy Habits
I shriek with ecstasy as I wallow in the brown mire, letting the sludge coat my skin. My parents loom over me, watching. They are massive, and they are definitely not human, but I know they love me.
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Browse more filters on HomeI shriek with ecstasy as I wallow in the brown mire, letting the sludge coat my skin. My parents loom over me, watching. They are massive, and they are definitely not human, but I know they love me.
I was chatting with my best friend when my phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. She screamed in sheer terror. Moments later, I was dead. Why?
The old man wiped his mouth, left a single piece of paper on the table, and walked out of the luxury steakhouse. The manager eagerly snatched the paper and locked it in his safe. The man’s bank account was never charged for the feast, yet the restaurant considered it the most profitable meal they had served all year. No crime was committed, and no charity was given.
Jack lives on the tenth floor, yet every evening he subjects himself to the dark, echoing stairwell. He rides the elevator only to the seventh floor, then drags his feet up the remaining three flights. But when the storms come and the rain pours, he bypasses the stairs entirely and rides the elevator straight to his door. Why?
Five men traveled together along a desolate country road. When a sudden, violent downpour broke, four of the men hurried their pace, fighting the muddy path. The fifth man didn't rush at all. All five arrived at their destination at the exact same time. The four who hurried were soaked to the bone, yet the fifth man didn't have a single drop of water on him.
When little Tommy's pet hamster died, he was inconsolable. To soothe his grief, his mother gave him a piece of premium chocolate exactly the size of his lost pet. Tommy's tears vanished instantly. Three days later, his older brother Jack was found dead in his bedroom. Why?
As a greedy child, I always demanded more from you. My obsessive curiosity to finally meet you is what made you vanish forever on that cold winter night. Years passed, and now, in the dead of night, I have taken your place.
An elderly man sat perfectly still in his dimly lit study, completely engrossed in a heavy, leather-bound book. Suddenly, the ceiling violently caved in, crushing him beneath jagged wooden beams and heavy plaster. Yet, he didn't flinch, made no attempt to flee, and never uttered a single scream. Why?
They smashed him with a bat until his ear was hanging by a single wire. I picked up the shattered piece of him from the asphalt, but we didn't go to the ER; we went to the mechanic.
After a month-long business trip, I unlocked my apartment door and was immediately hit by a bone-deep chill. I dropped my suitcase in the hallway, realized what I had done, and knew I was absolutely ruined.
The passengers stared at the dark, viscous sludge leaking from my pants in terrified silence. Desperate to prove it wasn't what they thought, I scooped a handful into my mouth, only to make the woman beside me scream.
I turned the knob, and my vision was instantly swallowed by a terrifying, impenetrable white haze. As the intense heat washed over my face, I froze, realizing I had forgotten the one thing I needed to do first.