6.

I let my little girl sleep with me at night. I still like

to snuggle with her despite the increasingly

pungent smell of her rotting flesh.

7.

My dog's muddy paws tell me he has been to to

the cemetery again. The footsteps in the hall tell

me he has not returned alone, but this time I

have my ax.

8.

The lights flicker. I put the pillow over my head,

so I won't hear the screams this time.

9.

The problem with sneaking out is that your

parents have no idea where to look for you. By

the time they find this cage you will not be alive.

10.

I tell myself that the scratching sounds in the

attic are probably squirrels. I choose to ignore

the scratching sounds at my bedroom door, the

ones from inside the closet, and the ones under

the bed even though I can feel them tearing

through the bottom of the mattress.