The day after Sam’s birthday, a package was delivered to his apartment. Inside, he found a card and an old, leather-bound book. The card said, “Creepy enough for you? Love, Julie.” Ah, cousin Julie. This should be good!
The pages in the book seemed to have just a few, handwritten sentences at the top. He read a few.
Page 23. “Mrs Eva Donald read 5 pages, and then the introduction. Made her eat glass until dead.”
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Mother always said to keep your ghosts close, so he did. They were all here, resting peacefully in the mellow pond behind his house.
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As a demolition expert, Bob knew very well what the implosion should sound like, and that was not it. The dust settled, and sure enough, half the building was still there.
He ripped off his earmuffs and walked towards the site. His crew made some pathetic attempts to stop him. As if it mattered whether he lived or died. He pushed them aside. Nothing mattered anymore, not since he lost his wife, Sarah.
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Locked away in a storage unit, a self-playing piano played its music. Then one of its keys broke, and the piano went silent, pondering the problem. Years later, it had successfully rewritten its songs without that key. It started to play again.
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There once was a village where the people all hated each other, except the miller. The miller was generous, helpful and kind towards everyone, and everybody loved him.
The entire village was heartbroken the day he died.
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There are many cursed gemstones in this world, but I know of none as wicked or powerful as the one I now hold in my hand. Lovers have killed each other for it. Wars have been fought over it. The greatest intellectuals in human history have sought to tame it, only to have their minds overthrown.
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He waved goodbye to his wife, then rushed up the stairs to his daughter’s room.
“OK, she’s gone shopping,” he said, and handed her $20. “Gimme the box.”
She crossed her arms. “No. I’m taking a HUGE risk hiding that. I want 40.”
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