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  • Butterfly pattern on the shoulder

    Early in the morning, on the beach at low tide, a person was lying. It was a woman, wearing a swimming suit, lying on her back on the beach after the tide had receded. A resident who lives nearby, according to the habits, woke up in the morning with her pet dog and slipped it for a walk on the beach. The dog, which had been very well behaved, suddenly went crazy and tried to break free from the rope that was tugging it and charged forward. Residents can not drag it, followed by a few steps, a hand loose, broke free from the restraint of the dog rushed out a long way. Then, stopped in the distance, came its wild bark. Residents panting to chase over, the pet dog found the woman lying on the beach. Seeing the woman for the first time, the resident thought she had been drunk on the beach at night and was lying down to sleep the night away. In such a situation, he met on average two or three times a year. Those who lie here drunk are tourists who come to the beach for vacation. "Miss, don't sleep, it's time to get up." The resident reached out to touch the woman's arm and jerked his hand back, it was too cold. As if the coldness of meat chilled in the refrigerator when you first get it in your hand. Tentatively, he reached out again to touch the woman's arm. "There's a woman's body on the beach." He used the cell phone he carried to call the police. The body was brought into the morgue of the town's only hospital, and then the town's only qualified forensic doctor was woken from his sleep by the call. He immediately rushed to the hospital and did an autopsy on the body of the beach girl that had just been brought, into the autopsy room of the morgue. Later, the autopsy report given to the police stated that the woman's body was drowned. Her blood did not contain alcohol or drugs, indicating that her consciousness before death was awake. It is presumed that she was swimming in the sea at night when she was entangled in seaweed legs and feet, and in the struggle, cramps occurred and she unfortunately drowned. A few hours later, the changing tides of the ocean pushed her drowning in the sea up onto the beach again, where she remained and was found by residents who woke up in the morning to skedaddle their dogs. All ten fingerprints of the woman's hands were entered into the computer and entered into the public security system's database, and through information retrieval with the national network, a matching index fingerprint was compared.

    By Richard Shurwood3 years ago in Horror

  • Silkworm girl doll

    Ning's father was killed in an accident and Ning's mother hid the truth. Ning Suo stops at a stall with various dolls and refuses to let go of a white horse-skin doll that she is holding on to. Ning Shu's mother had to buy the doll to play with her daughter in place of Ning Shu's deceased father.

    By Flagler Danzig3 years ago in Horror

  • Dead Man Calling

    Xiao Hong's face was always bruised, including her body. Her marriage is unfortunate, often subject to domestic violence, for the sake of the child is still a minor, she has been tolerated. As soon as the child becomes an adult, she and her husband Qin Ke divorce. This evening, the couple argued again over a small matter. The reason is that Xiao Hong came home from buying groceries in the neighborhood downstairs and a male neighbor said a few words, was seen on the balcony of Qin Ke, the evening drink Qin Ke will take advantage of the issue, said Xiao Hong is not peaceful outside, seducing men. Xiao Hong naturally is not forgiven, how can you admit something that is not there, so you argue with Qin Ke? The two quarreled more and more aggressively, and finally, Qin Ke moved his hand and picked up the bottle ready to hit Xiao Hong's head, Xiao Hong partial dodge, and the bottle smashed into Xiao Hong's shoulder. The bottle was smashed, and at once, Xiao Hong felt the pain of his hand numb and lost consciousness. Looking at Xiao Hong's painful appearance, Qin Ke's wine woke up a little and sat on a chair, and stopped talking. Xiao Hong cried and ran into his son's room, sat on the bed, and cried. Fortunately, today's middle school son lives in school, otherwise, the son watched himself beaten again to sad. Xiao Hong was alone, thinking about the tears left by her son every time they quarreled and fought, and her son always cried and begged the two not to fight. Thinking of his son crying in pain and pity, Xiao Hong is more heartbroken. A thought flashed through her mind, she wanted to kill Qin Ke. Xiao Hong used to be an excellent chemistry teacher, and since her son was born, she quit her job to focus on raising him, hoping that he would grow up to be a success. Although it has been a long time since she was a chemistry teacher, that chemistry knowledge did not disappear from her mind, for chemistry, she has always loved to study, these ten years she did not waste what she had learned, and often focus on chemistry knowledge. Xiao Hong began her plan to add chemicals to the food Qin Ke ate every day, himself daily with a little light rice and no drug Qin Ke did not want to eat the dishes to eat. Three months later, Zinke died, the cause of death was heart failure. Xiao Hong was thrilled, on the contrary, she was not afraid, but happy, as if a person from hell suddenly arrived in heaven as excited. Xiao Hong's son did not feel sad because of his father's death, he felt that he and his mother were finally relieved and could live a normal and happy life from now on. He even thought about his mother is to find him another father he does not care, as long as his mother is happy. After the seventh day of Qin Ke's funeral, Xiao Hong's son went to school to stay, leaving Xiao Hong home alone. Xiao Hong is planning to find out his documents tomorrow to find a job, she still hopes that she can do back to the teaching profession. "Ding ring ~ ding ring ~" home landline rang, Xiao Hong took the hand and said "hello." No one spoke on the other end of the phone, Xiao Hong even asked a few times no one answered, just when she was ready to hang up, the phone suddenly hissed like electricity, a heavy male voice sighed, and then no sound. Xiao Hong was so frightened that the phone dropped from her hand because this voice was familiar to her, it was Qin Ke's voice. After a while, Xiao Hong woke up from the fear, she reassured herself that it must be a coincidence, someone must have called the wrong number, and the voice was just like Qin Ke. The next day, Xiao Hong received a notice to apply for a job as a chemistry teacher in a middle school. On the bus, Xiao Hong received a phone call from a man who asked Xiao Hong "where are you going?" Xiao Hong was so scared that she dropped her phone on the ground and the passengers around her looked at her. Xiao Hong felt a chill down her back, her scalp tingling, the man's voice was the same as Qin Ke's. After picking up the phone, Xiao Hong felt a chill down her back, her scalp tingling. After picking up the phone, Xiao Hong took a look at the number, which is Qin Ke's cell phone number. Xiao Hong could not calm down, she had to go to the communications company to ask if the number was down. Communication company people told Xiao Hong that the number is not down, because there are still charges inside. Xiao Hong angrily said to the sales office: "people are dead you still keep his number why, the ghost will use this number to call again, immediately give me a shutdown." The staff could not believe that what Xiao Hong said was true, so they did not shut her down and needed her to bring relevant documents. Xiao Hong was so angry that she made a new number for herself, the original number for the shutdown.

    By Richard Shurwood3 years ago in Horror

  • A Good Book

    Leaves fell peacefully from the roof down to the damp earth. It was autumn – mid-October. The air, though at this point in the year mostly crisp, still periodically fluctuated back into the muggy swamp of summer, blasting a heated breeze into Harold’s still burned, freckled face. This year the summer had lasted longer than usual, pushing its way through September and into October, but it had finally subsided.

    By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror

  • A story that happened on a white bus

    The white bus at 0:15 The monitoring room is exceptionally quiet, several uniformed police officers are staring intently at the computer screen. Sometimes frowning and sometimes stony expressions, as if the picture is playing out what heart-stopping horror plot.

    By Flagler Danzig3 years ago in Horror