Freddy glared at the girl before him. She was dead before she even knew it. Trapped in her own nightmare but he’d noted something that had been sitting on her desk. A piece of paper asking what she’d been missing lately. He wasn’t one to answer stupid questions like that but that one made him smirk ( Read more... )

Dream home? I don’t need a dream home. People’s dreams are the very essence of me. Are the very homes in which I reside. So what on earth would I need a dream home for? I don’t. It’s really that simple. I don’t need a dream home ( Read more... )

He couldn’t tell you about his father. Why? Because he doesn’t even know who the man is. He was, after all, born in psychiatric hospital. His mother had been accidentally locked in the wing for the criminally insane. It was there that she was repeatedly raped. There were probably over a hundred if not more criminally insane men in that wing. So ( Read more... )

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