I REMEMBER
Laurie died today. Fifteen years ago.
I remember.
Mother made me take Laurie trick-or-treating. She knew how much I hated it, seeing everyone dressed as characters from shows I didn’t watch. She knew how much I hated Laurie’s energy. She even knew how much I hated Halloween, because all the costumes and decorations overwhelmed me. I reminded Mother of all this that night, but she still made me go. I remember leaving the house, with Laurie dressed as some stupid pixie. She pranced from house to house, always eager to get to the next one before she had even gotten her candy from the first. Once, she almost collided with a garbage bin. I picked her up and pretended to dump her inside and roll her home to Mother.
“No!” she shrieked, laughing. “Need more candy!”
I remember.
I remember warning her to stop pelting me with candy. I even remember putting my hands around her throat. The thing I don’t remember is how her mutilated body ended up in that garbage bin, stuffed with candy, or how I rolled her home. But I remember Mother fainting. Hell, I even remember the men in white coats taking me away.
Now I’m sitting in my room, gazing out the window. I see Laurie appear from the forest, like she has every year on Halloween for the past fifteen years. I see her mouth “Candy!”. I point toward the bushes, where there is a body of a young girl, cut open and filled with candy. Lots of candy. Laurie will be pleased. But secretly, I am even more pleased.
This one was dressed as a pixie, too.
Credits to: The_Demon_Barber
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PASTEWORM
I used to love post-apocalyptic stories. Zombies, plague outbreak, nuclear holocaust, you name it, I read it. I’d fantasize about what my life would be like if such an event actually occurred. What if Ebola spread like wildfire in the U.S. and decimated our way of life? We could live off the land again, reboot society and start fresh. Maybe I could be a hero and save some lives or even lead a rebellion against enemy factions. It would be more exciting than sitting in this fucking office all day, right?
Well, it wasn’t Ebola that did it but some new parasite called Pasteworm. It was given that name because it originated, believe it or not, from a single bad batch of toothpaste. The parasite would incubate in the victim’s intestines for several days after the initial ingestion. The first signs of infection were stomach cramps and the feeling that you had to take a shit but couldn’t. As the worm grew it detached sacks of larva all throughout the intestines. The victim’s body slowly digested the sack which freed the larva and allowed them to exit the host through tears, semen, shit, piss and saliva. As the tiny parasites made their escape the initial pasteworm ate the host from the inside out.
Those little fuckers made their way everywhere from public toilets and restaurant kitchens to sealed cans of kidney beans. If only we could go back in time and stop that crazy bitch from giving out travel sized toothpastes to trick-or-treaters. “Keep your teeth healthy!” she says.
My stomach hurts.
Fuck.
Credits to: SerialApathy
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