(left) Now days there were living dead everywhere. (middle) It was impossible to avoid seeing their horrid faces in TV or in the streets. (right) The harms caused by them were however quite minimal and mostly aesthetic (for some reason they were almost without exception always naked) and referred to disturbances caused by average drunkard. The awfull rotting stench of cadaver then again was issue of it`s own. Issue that had citizens demand quick actions from cities sanitation agencies. While politics and intellects tried to decide wether or not the person risen from grave has human rights and/or right to vote.

When Tapani came across with a zombie after his last day of school before summer vacation little Tapani knew the summer was ruined.

Attacking zombie forces boy to the ground. Tapani realizes there is no escape from the situation when monster presses his hands tight to his face supressing the incipient scream. Only tears escape between emotionless fingers to get soaked into the ground.

On fourth of december I had so much fun that I couldn`t take it any more and stabbed myself to head.

Well at least in Duckburg everything was... allright.

OR WAS IT? Nah, don worry... of course there is. Donald and Daisy are only satisfying their rape fantasies by role playing.

Even a thought of such escapade disgusted Ilmari so bad that he almost bid his tongue off.

The neighbours stalking behind the windows had made the bubble pulsate. It was best to cover the windows.

Visits to the local super market did not offer long yearned break for stalking. Stalking neighbours followed  there even though Johan had grown mustache to avoid being recognized.

When Johan was barbecuing in his back yard neighbours were stalking behind hedgerow. Situation was so bad that even the sun itself felt driven to corner and sausages tasted like ash.

Among the post came anonymous letters with pictures of Saha`s house in different times of a day. And once even a picture of Johan taking a shower! Johan knew stalkers were now from a higher level. Perhaps even from security police.

The video feed from the camera set to survey summer cottage`s north wall and old pine tree showd concearning images of neighbours doing Surya Namaskara dressed in all black right infront of the camera. Nothing could have had Johan prepared for this new attack. Not even the several data security and IP-hiding softwares.

When leaving, summer cabin outhouse had to be locked because neighbours and random berry pickers passing by had nasty habit to lurk what kind of delicious barbecue Saha`s family had enjoyed during the weekend and check out how rugged toilet paper Sahas were using.

Blood from nose and ass.

 Story of

ILMARI NOSELESS

In the mids of nose operation Ilmari pulls the tubes off from his arm and exits the operation room. Leaving his blood stained nose lying on the table.

Stunned by the accident, medical personel don`t even have time to react, when Ilmari rushes for the exit and all the way outside, with blood gushing from the open wound, wearing only patients gown.

Escaped from the hospital still bleeding Ilmari wanders to the park and hides himself inside hedgerow when night starts to enfold the park in it`s shroud and even the last little schoolchildren are starting to hurry their way home. Out of the way of the arriving darkness.

As the children stumble across Ilmari attacks from the hedgerow! Horror nails four little feet tight to the ground! OPERATION WAS YET A SUCCESS!!! On the future years when the children try to remember the events of that night of horror they would remember only  the blood and pain.

Persecution delusions of Saha`s family part 1

I`ve been walking around this market for... WHAT? Good half an hour now... I mean fuck, why does this always happen? This time it`s crushed tomatoes... AND I CAN`T FIND THEM ANYWHERE! Last time it was blue cheese, before that eggs and before that it was onions and the list just goes on. AND EVERY FUCKING TIME WHEN I GO TO THE STORE THIS HAPPENS! I can almost feel the hand of security guard grabbing my shoulder cause he wants to check my backpack on the count of my suspicious behaviour. I can feel how all the other customers stare at me. It reads in their faces how they arethinking; "hey whats wrong with this guy marching around the store back and forth. AND THEN IT FINALLY HITS ME! THEY CHANGED THE PACKAGE OF CRUSHED TOMATOES! IT`S NOT CANNED ANYMORE! When I find what I`m looking for an overwhelming relief washes over me and I start to head my way to the register.

All of a sudden right next to the candy shelf some little kid steps in front of me. Without any intensions of moving aside she just stands there looking me straight in the eyes. I feel my heart starts bounding harder and sweat is starting to drip along my fore head. And the little fucker is just standing there.

 What the fuck is this then? I can`t even turn my head away from that gaze and my heart is racing ever harder. I am SCARED! I am scared of a fucking child! And I think to myself; "get a hold of yourself it`s just a kid not a monster, just move around her." When my feet wake from their frozen state and I intend to move, girls face twists in to the expression more suitable for a gargoyle or some japanese demon. Her pink tongue comes out between her lips as she keeps making faces to me. I panic and run out of the store.