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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐; 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒖𝒎. 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊 𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒔, 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒓: 𝒕𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒔, 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐, 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒖𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏

r/TwoSentenceHorror 19 hr. ago 80s4evah "It's a little angel!" exclaimed the nurse. As I held the screaming mass of feathers and eyeballs in my hands, I felt inclined to agree.

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺." (𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 21:4)

“𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬; 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮” (𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟓:𝟏𝟔-𝟏𝟕).

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 5 mo. ago Rukania Join I work as a judge and this was the most horrific case I’ve dealt with. ‘Matthew 5:38’ The plaque that sits above my bed, engraved with that very quote. It’s what motivates me, what drives me - it is who I am. Gregory Holden. Judge Holden to the convicts I’m faced with on a daily basis. I sit down to eat breakfast. Some cold meat I got last night. As I ate I perused the newspaper, my eyes instantly drawn to the bold headline sprawling across the front page. DEAN HOWARD - KIDN@PPERS & MÜRDERER - ESCAPED JAIL AND IS ON THE RUN. SHOULD BE CONSIDERED HIGHLY DANGEROUS. Dean Howard…I was the one that had sentenced him. Four consecutive lıfe sentences without parole. That was only a few days ago. I scoffed at the lacklustre security of the jail he’d been housed in. Allowing that monster even the chance to escape…despicable. Dean was the worse case I’d dealt with. And I’ve dealt with some pretty horrific ones. Tommy Freeman. Convicted of arson & first degree mürder - burning down the house of his ex-girlfriend whilst she slept upstairs. There was Doctor Peter McGronal. Found guilty of mal practice in his hospıtal, resulting in the deaths via flu of twelve elderly patients in his care. And of course, Bobby Ray Leonard. The hillbilly that blended his wife with acid after she overcooked dinner. Dean takes the cake for the worst however. He’d abducted a nine year old girl, keeping her locked in his basement for months. The abuse she suffered…heartbreaking. The girl eventually starved to death, and Dean was apprehended whilst he tried to hide the body. Still. Justice was served. Matthew 5:38. Whilst I am an official of the law, there’s a reason that plaque lies above my bed. Being a judge, a moral compass is an innate trait we must all posses. The same trait that the guards at the jail also posses. The ones that shut off the cameras as I lit Tommy Freeman’s jail cell on fire and watched him scream as the flames engulfed him. The ones that allowed me to tamper with Doctor Peter’s meals, injecting them with a vile concoction of chemicals that had him slowly dying in the prison medical ward for a week - before he ultimately succumbed to his fate. The ones that pinned down Bobby Ray as I gouged his eyes out. Cutting out his tongue for good measure, ensuring he wouldn’t go talking to anyone. As you’ve probably guessed, Dean never escaped. In fact, he’s been…’rehoused’. Rehoused to my very own basement. Chained up. Crying. But not starving - no - that would be too easy. I take another bite of my breakfast and look up from my newspaper at Dean, desperately clutching the bloodƴ stump at where his arm used to be. Dean’s going to whither away alright. And he’s going to watch as I consume every - little - morsel.