That's rough buddy, better luck next time. (Comedic)

You just moved into this LOVELY town. People are assholes, everything's shit, just lovely. You decided to maybe think the woods will be better...why? I have fucking no clue. so you drive out and start to walk and you go off-trail into the forest. You hear the leaves crunch under your feet and you shiver at the slight cold wind. Then you hear a blood-curdling scream... almost like someone is getting their liver ripped out, you turn and that's what you see.

 And you abide by human nature and start to scream and run until you think you far enough and... EW, YOU JUST THREW UP. WHAT THE HECKKK.....*cough* *cough*anyway.... you hear rustling in the leaves and you diced to not stick around to see what was behind you and you hit off running again until you see an abandoned house. You run up the stairs and lock yourself in a room. You sigh facing towards a door and you didn't get a chance to look at the room. What are you scared of, hanging skeletal remains covered in blood? 

Oh, eh I guess you were. Welp, now you woke up all the shit in this house. You start to hear lots and lots of banging against the door you are in. You try and rush to hide behind something but unluckily for you, BAM. They're already in, they grab you and drag you down the stairs. Yikes...I see them taking out your guts, your liver, and all your organs. They start to pick at your bones one by one. They detach your head carve off the flesh and then clean your skull. They put seem to be a bone disk..move to cover your eye sockets? 

Oh, I see... well I guess they just made your skull into a cup and now they're drinking your blood from it.....you know what I'll see you later.OH look at the time! It's time for the next sorry you to come along, so don't worry you wont be lonely for long :)

                                                                            Auto Pilot

 (This is a horror story I heard a long time ago from a friend. This is a variation of it.).

Everyone has an autopilot, when we do things we've done a million times we don't need to think about it. But sometimes it's not very helpful...


I wake up, on a normal day.

Autopilot on

I get dressed and walk downstairs. I grab coffee but spill it on my shirt

Autopilot off

I rush to get on new clothes and get me and my daughter in the car.

Autopilot back on

I'm driving to work but I miss my turn.

Autopilot off

Eventually, I make my way to the office.

Autopilot back on

Today it was hot, hard to focus on my work.
Autopilot off

I drive back home, something smells weird but I pay no mind.

Autopilot on 

 I drop by the school to pick up my daughter, but she isn't there.

Autopilot off

I make it home and ask my wife if she got our daughter from school. She says I should've gotten her.

I get there but they say she never got to school... Frustrated and worried, the smell becomes too much. I turn towards it, to see what it is.

I found my daughter...
Autopilot will remain off.

                                                                            Already knowing 

I wake up, I get ready. I know what happens today. 

And I'm not very gay.

I make breakfast for myself, myself, and I.

Not to myself, No there's no point to lie.

I walk out of the apartment 

And continue to my job, my department

I walk up to Mr. Boss man to say 

I hope your ready for me to go away

He glances but continues to deal with his tie 

I continue to walk as I sigh 

Then it begins

Bullets start to fly and the room spins

All take cover but I look it in the eye

I already know I'm going to die

                                                                                                  The Electrical Chair 

Sir, I have Not!

What you say may gurgle and rot.

For I am clean, not what you speak! 

She lept off of the god forbidden peak!

Unhand me you fools!

you are just this man's tools!

He sits all high and mighty 

But he is just so tiny 

No need for that chair!

Please I'm gasping for air! 

At least let me put up a fight...

Not watch you smile in delight.

                                                            El Silbón  (base off folklore)

The Whistler! The Whistler! Haven't you heard?

The whistler, the guy with a dog biting him?

the man with their bones in his sack

 As he blows his tune A to G as it lays on his back

If the whistle is ways away then he is close 

If the whistle is close then he is far

Pray your not stuck in something like tar

All know this is his curse for killing 

And many find his tale chilling

Some say it's for eating it all

He goes after those drunks looking for a ball 

Some say for touching her 

He beats those drunk men with a stick till die

Whatever it may 

Some say The only way to getaway

Is to call the name Tureco and bark 

Or to  snap a whip 

Before you live is cut with a snip 

Or maybe to show him a chillie pepper 

But that's all what they say 

But it's your choice when you face him to pick your way