Through a back alley and down an old dilapidated road there is a house that has been abandoned for as long as anyone can remember. Even the homeless and the crack addicts stay away from its rotting wood and the ominous shadows it casts on the dusty yard. But it's not the boarded-up windows or rusty padlocks that keep them away... it's the horrible noises that can be heard, that seem to be coming from... [click here for more]
Run! All you can do is run. But no matter how quickly you move your feet, the killer is always a few short step behind. You panic, but he is calm. You pant, but he breaths steady breaths which ring hollow on the chill air. You scream, but he is silent. His only sound is the steady tread of boots and the drawing of a sharpened blade. Through the backwoods, the city streets, or the comforting confines... [click here for more]
The dead are taking the city. The teeming dead walk the streets, the living falling back or dying in a futile attempt to protect what is theirs. Police sirens, ambulance sirens, air raid sirens, car alarms and domestic burglar alarms, every artificial wail that indicates human disaster is going off somewhere. But what you hear are the screams. People are backing themselves into corners, falling behind,... [click here for more]
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