Shh. Only I can hear you. Only I.
No one ever told me blood was so tasty.
Her lips like the teeth of a saw. I return to them again and again.
Every drop of blood lay screaming on the ground.
Mr. Pumpkin took his wife in hand and pulped her.
No severed head is silent if you listen carefully.
She relaxed, and her heart fell dead and silent.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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