ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵏᵉʳ ⁽ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃᶰᶠᶤᶜ⁾ ᴾᵉᵗ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ˡᶤᵛᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃᶰᵗˑ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵖᵘᵖ˒ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˑ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵃʳˡᶤᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᶤˢ ᵖᵉᵗ ˢᶰᵃᶤˡ ᴳᵃʳʸˑ "ᴴᶤ˒ ᵏᶤᵈᵎ" ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷᶤᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᶜˡᵉᵃᶰᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᶠᶤᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶤᶰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ'ˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵗˑ ᵂʰᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵃʳʳᶤᵛᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵖᵉᵗˢ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳˑ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳᵉᵈᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᶜʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ˒ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰᶤˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉˑ "ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ˒ ʷʰʸˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃᶰᶤᶰᵍˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗˑˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶜʳᶤᵉˢ˒ ᶰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᶰᶠᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˑ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃᶰ ᵒˡᵈˑˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉˑˑ" "ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ʰᵒʷ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵃᶰᶰᵃ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵘᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᶰᵒʷ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶤᶰᵘᵉᵈ ᶜʳʸᶤᶰᵍˑ "ᴴᵉʸ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ʰᶤᵐ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˑ "ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘˑˑ" "ˢᵘʳᵉ ʷʰʸ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᵘᵖ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃˢ ᶤᵗ'ˢˑ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴳᵃʳʸ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵉᶰʲᵒʸ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤˢ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐˑ "ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉᵈˑ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵇˡᵃᵇ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ ᴼʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᶤᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃᶰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶤᶠˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈᵎ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏˢ ᵏᶤᵈˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢˑ "ᵞᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ʰᵘᵍ ᵐᵉ ᶤᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ ˡᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢˑ "ᴵ'ᵐˑˑˑ" "ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ˒ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ʳᵉˢᵗᵎ ᵞᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶤᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᶤᵐ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵐᵒᵒᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵃᶰᵗᵉᶰᶰᵃᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᶤˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵃᶰᵈˑ "ᵞᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ˒ ᴵ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ˡᵒˢˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʷᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᶤᵈᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒˑ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷʰᵉᶰᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵠᵘᶤᵉᵗ ˢᶰᵒʳᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗˑ 'ᴴᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ' ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉᵈ˒ ˢᵉᵉᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ ᶰᵒʷˑ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵒᶰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᶤˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ˒ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉˑ "ˢᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ˒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸˑ ᴴᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶰᵒʷ˒ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵉᵗˑ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᶤᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵍʳᵒʷˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ˒ ʷᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˑ "ᴴᵉʸ ʷᵃᶤᵗ˒ ʷʰʸ'ˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗˑˑˑ" "ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵏᶰᵒʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᶠᵃᵏᵉᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ˢᶰᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳˑ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ˢᵃᵗ ᵒᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵒʷᶰᵉʳ'ˢ ˡᵃᵖ ᶰᵒʷˑ "ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵖᵘᵖᵎ" "ˢᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵒʳ ᵍᶤᵛᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵇʸ ᴹʳˑ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢˀ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ˒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ ᶰᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒˑˑˑ" "ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ˒ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ʳᵉˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵈ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶰʸ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ" "ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶰᶤᶜᵉ ᵏᶤᵈˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉʷᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃˢ ᶰᵉʷˑ "ᴸᵒᵒᵏ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ" ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵗᵃᶤˡ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗˑ » 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝟒𝟖𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 |

r/shortscarystories 8 hr. ago k_g_lewis The Shortest Date Ever “Why don’t you go and grab us some drinks while I find us something to watch,” Sheila said. “Okay,” Brett replied. He got up, went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Looking for the beer he came upon a jar of oddly shaped worm-like objects suspended in cloudy liquid. He picked it up. “I forgot that was in there.” Sheila had come into the kitchen and was looking over Brett’s shoulder. “What is it?” Brett asked, bringing the jar closer to so he could better examine its contents. “It’s the lips of all the men who have lied to me,” Sheila replied.

Go to tinyhorribles r/tinyhorribles 5 days ago therealdocturner Silence Is Violence The alley is dark. I see my breath in the frigid air. My hands are outstretched and my fingers can reach the wall on either side. It’s narrow. The walls are wet and slicked with some kind of slime. Children are screaming somewhere in the dark. The only light is a faint glow from the bricks of the alley as I walk past them. The screams are behind me and they’re getting closer. Footsteps. Like a thousand people running behind me, getting closer and closer. My chest hurt̸ and I fałł over. The alley is go̕ne. Everything is light now. Too bright to see anything. I hear people yelling. I smell soap. I fall back into the darkness of the alley. I run and I can feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The screaming children behind me say my name. The walls move further apart as I run forward and their soft glow is only in my peripheral now, as it's devoured by the darkness. It’s getting colder. I run into the dark̵. God, help me. There are lights in front of me. I move forward. I recognize the main street of the town where I grew up. Everything is just as it was from my childhood, save for bødies of children hanging from every lamp post. They’ve been gutted. Their insides pile up underneath the swaying corpses. Roman Numerals are carved into their foreheads. My chest exploded in paın. My hometown is go̶ne. Light and pain are all that remain. Frantic voices. My chest is on fire. My shirt is open. I fall back onto Blackstone Avenue. The buildings are on fire. Children with accusatory eyes surround me on the street. They’re pointing, at me. The Roman numerals are raised and bleeding. Ligature marks are on every neck, and all of them begin to walk toward me. Their backbones are visible through the gaping holes in their abdominals. My chest is in agøny. Just before they grab me, I’m back in that blinding light. Convulsıons and I feel my own spit running down my neck. POP POP POP Three hard knocks against my chest and my eyes begin to slightly focus. I’m in a hospıtals room. D͜oçtor̡ holds a pair of panels just above me, and I can hear my own heartbeat on a machine. Two days later. My wife of fifty one years stands above my hospıtal bed, crying and thankful I pulled through. She stays until I make her go home. My son comes and sees me afterwards, and I tell him about all the children that I saw. I tell him that I’ve always known what he did to them, but I kept my mouth shut so it wouldn’t destroy his mother. I tell him I can’t do it anymore. I rısk condemnation with my silence. He’s got to turn himself in. He tells me he loves me, as he pushes a pi]low over my fac͘e.