Story 145:
You never know for whom the bells are tolling. That's what I learned one day, when I realized that I was the one in the coffin.
Story 146:
She was locked in an abandoned house. Desperately, the girl screamed for help. The screams eventually dwindled into soft moans. Then they stopped.
Story 147:
“I was attacked by a wolf last night,
and it bit me,” he said, fingering the scabs on his arm.
She blushed. “Sorry about that…”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Then he noticed
her skin growing fur and her nails growing into claws.
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