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I'm sitting in the rool they call the dark room. They put the necromancers there to see what we can do. I can't recall the people I've killed but I can hear those tortured screaches. The necromancers can't control me. I AM HELL ON EARTH. I hear a laugh, it sounds like it came from me. my throat is dry. Has it always been this dry? I need a drink. I wonder what human blood tastes like. I laugh again "can I drink his blood?" I say to my superior she suddenly says "yes you can Lori" she smiles as I sink my teeth into the boy's neck and drain him of his blood, it tastes nice.... I think. What am I doing? Why am I drinking blood? I feel someth

I was young when it happened, my parents death but it still pains me, pains me to remember that they are dead. I turned into a necromancer in hope I could bring them back but all I do is kill. Oh right I haven't even introduced myself I'm lori and this is what my "life" is... or should I say my prison.

ÿþTHE NIGHTMARES Madeline was one of those women who believed the world owed them everything. She thought she had the best looks and the richest husband alive but she always felt she was missing items to her life. She was a very materialistic woman. Everything she wore she wore only once then it sat to gather dust in her closet. Her husband was a high grade banker that was always earning good money. She had a son named Jack who she hated because he never helped clean (they never could trust a maid not to steal things as most maids were poor) and was lazy. One fine warm day in a street near baden powell house where there was a blue

A/N~ Alright, one of my very good friends has requested me to do a short story of yet another Eyeless Jack x Reader since she loved my other one so much and the series I have right now... Hope you like! Also, sorry if E.J. is introduced a little late!! ---- Reader, Alicia, Marcy, Jackie: 15 years old Eyeless Jack: 16 years old ---- .:Reader's POV:.    Another day, just an ordinary school day in mid-fall. You yawned and scratch your eyes opened, looking over at your (color) glowing digital alarm clock, reading 7:14 AM. Your mom had just left to work, which was nothing bad in your perspective, it meant you'd be able to eat the leftover pizza f

A warm summer breeze tickled your skin. Sighing you closed your eyes and enjoyed this moment of silence. Your (h/c) strands swayed lightly with the wind. The sun shone on your skin making you feel content. Warm. A smile appeared on your lips. You loved summer. Especially if it was not too hot outside and you had a day off. Unfortunately you actually should do chores right now. Cleaning the stables to be exact. But feeling the sun and the wind on your skin, it made you forget everything and just enjoy this moment. A rare moment of peace. A moment without fear. You were leaning against your broom as your thoughts started to drift away. Why di

After they made the perfect plan you guys left for home. You got into your home. “Hey Elsie! I’m home!” You called out. “Elsie?! ELSIE!” You rushed around the house to find a note on the table. You read it and sighed “Oh..out shopping…Oh my god! I get the house to myself! All to myself!!!” You screamed as you were jumping up and down. “What to do? What to do? Oh I got it!” You plug your ipod into the speakers. You turn up the volume so it was blasting your favorite songs. You dancing around you house as you grab the remote from the tv and use that as an microphone. You sang to your

"Fricken Barrels," I mumbled, running a hand through my dirty blonde hair. Sighing, I held my lantern out in front of me. The light produced by the flame calmed me, though i knew better and didn't let my guard down. The hallway I was in was littered with fallen objects, torn wallpaper, and drops of a dried red liquid that I'd rather not know what it is. But, curiously, one door was open, with light spilling into the hall. "What is this?" I whispered, cautiously approaching it. Never know if a Bro is waiting on the inside. I heard a familiar voice say something. "…ie think?" it-no, HE-asked. 'Mr. Chair…?' "Knowing Pewdie, his reac