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The abandoned mausoleum called to them.
A call that could not go unanswered.
They neither knew, nor cared why the building had been sealed.

Breaking in wasn't easy.

The dust sparkling in the Sun's rays inhaled without notice, until the spores lodged in the lungs, hatched and became a psychotropic #fungus that nullified their critical censor.

That was when they came to understand why the building had been sealed with all residents still inside.

#OGREsquire

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The perfect crime.
Deep sea fishing.
Private charter, late night departure, no crew and a couple of buckets of chum.
The whining had finally been silenced when I'd surrendered to the rage she always provoked.
Over the depths I poured the contents of the buckets, then settled in for the night.

A vile stench awakened me to find her reconstituted shredded features capped by #seaweed facing me in the cabin.
"I told you I'd never leave you..."

#OGResquire

We had a #picnic down by the lake. Ern brought the mushrooms, their caps red-purple as a midsummer sunset. We were all gigglish, I'm sure you can #relate.
An hour passed and the grass warbled into tiny creatures, funny voices cracking as they screamed when we tore them apart, blades of grass floating off among the endless stars. Time stretched and died, and died, and died.

I woke up alone. Naked. Skin a glistening red.

I am so alone.

Help.

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The darkness.
The fear.
The adrenaline rush of the pursuit.
Instinct overriding logic to make the best decisions.
Near misses.
Close calls.
Heart pounding.
Weariness suppressed.
Left.
Right.
Over.
Under.
Through where necessary.
The pack relentless.
Your only goal?

To #survive.

#OGResquire

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Verdant pastures turned to dust.
Trees rake the skies with with clawed, leafless branches.
Crumbling pillars of concrete mark the end of a civilisation whose home became a ransacked #mausoleum with bones strewn upon the ground.
Ancient writing told of their inability to prevent their demise as their folly was endemic to their culture.
Their god was a thing they called money.
But even the wealthiest could not lie their way to survival.

#OGResquire

There is nothing left to #discuss and I slash. The witch's head lolls to the side, smirking, his beard red with blood. I #stab his eyes, left first, for the spells, then right for the faith.
Red puddles form in the sockets; I pull back his head and drink, gelatinous chunks of tissue, an iron aftertaste.
His power burns through my veins, colours brighten, my pulse accelerates.
I am awake, I am alive.

I am Death incarnate.

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A soft #caress, a Kiss of Death, I share with you, my lovely prey. You are mine, forever, in animated states as you dance for me, cold limbs contorted, a grimace pasted on your lifeless face. A #feast for us, in darkness eternal, I watch your maggot-ridden corpse decay. You are mine, forever, you will never leave me, not now, not ever, you are bound to me in death.

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The fragrance of rotting crops filled the air. All that remained were fields of ergot-blighted rye. The priest blessed the flour as they milled it, promising that he could exorcise the demons that inhabited such wheat. The next morning, his body hung from a branch above the mill channel, testifying he couldn't & the villagers screamed & danced with demons

Image Nuremberg Chronicles: Dance of Death

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Being in the employ of hell is often confused with having sold one's soul. It confounds many that—as a #snare for acquisition of the souls of others—I might retain my own.

There is a reason I don't live in fear of damnation; the debt of sin may be repaid in the currency of contrition. Is our Lord not the same who made of Augustine a saint? And did Augustine not write, "Lord, grant me chastity and temperance, but not yet?"

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A #horror365 Prompt: #snare

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Timid, shy and rarely heard to speak, she was invisible to the world.
When betrayed she proclaimed her outrage and was seen as a woman scorned.
The accused and his cronies lied to save face, but could not save their faces from being torn off when she become vengeance #incarnate.

A #horror365 Prompt: #incarnate

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A #horror365 Prompt: #languid

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