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Witchy's hand burst through the soft, wet soil. She began clawing away at the dirt between her and freedom, driven by some kind force urging her out of her earthen coffin. Her head breached the surface; she felt a strange sensation on her face and scalp, something she vaguely remembered as rain. Her decaying lungs expanded as she took her first breath in the few years after her death. In one massvie heave, she pulled herself from the hole in the Earth and stumbled to her feet.
Something....she needed something. Her insides burned like her stomach was on fire. Something to ease the pain.
Her mind was primitive, unable to even wonder why she had just woken up in the ground. She just wanted to ease the pain of her slow rot.
She heard a sound to her left. Shuffling awkwardly to face the noise, she saw from her one eye a young woman kneeling next to a tombstone a few yards away from her. Witchy's body reacted before she could process what she saw and started lurching toward the woman. Using the rain as a cover for her approach, she lumbered up behind the woman and grabbed her by the shoulder. The woman shreiked and turned, causing Witchy to lose her balance and fall ontop of her.
Then it hit her. All at once it made sense.
Flesh. She wanted flesh. She wanted her flesh.
Witchy's jaws opened wide and bit down on the throat of the woman, crushing her windpipe and turning her scream into a bloody gurgle. Placing her hands on the woman's head and chest, she slowly ripped the succulent flesh from the convulsing woman's neck. Her mouth filled with a warm, red liquid that leaked out from the space where her cheeks had been a few years earlier.
The fire in her stomach began to subside the more she ingested. She stripped the cheek fat and muscle from the twitching but lifeless head of the woman, gnawed the right ear off, and pulled the lower lip from its attachment to the woman's jaw with an ironic kiss of death.

"HEY!" she heard someone yell just as she began to work her way down the woman's body.
Multiple flashlight beams landed on her face and she turned to see her new company. Three men in jumpsuits stood staring in shock at the monstrocity; Witchy's face lacked cheeks or a left eye and was covered in blood, fat, and muscle tissue from the corpse of her kill. Content with her meal at the moment, she felt no need to attack them, but she found it odd that they all rushed at her with shovels in their hands. Before she could take another bite of her first meal since her death, the broadside of a shovel smashed into her rotting head, splintering her skull and crushing her brain.

Castle was attempting to locate the air intake on his new truck. Climbing all around the engine compartment and under the chassis he said to himself "maybe if I start the engine and poked around with a steel bar held up to my ear, I'll hear the flow and bingo!"

Needless to say he didn't find the intake but managed to find the fan blade within seconds.

(I almost did that once. I broke the plastic housing around the fan because I needed to change the water pump, and I couldn't figure out how to take it off. That night, I looked in there because it was making a noise and the fan knocked my phone out of my hand.)

Andy fell off a cliff.

After a day of heavy drinking of beer and other assorted alcohols, Castle stumbled to the side of a dirt road and decided to urinate, he dropped his pants and settled up to the fence, just as he was about to relieve himself he saw a sign that said "Danger High Voltage Fence", Castle decided not to worry about it since he had seen Mythbusters bust the electric fence urination myth, so as he started to pee the fence sparked, worried, Castle stopped for a brief second then resumed, as he did this a truck came down the road and ran him over.

Spooky professed unconditional love and support to his wife and family.

Fearing psychosis or mad cow disease, they promptly shot him and burned his remains.

Andy got into his car to go to work and as he put it in reverse to back out, the car exploded in a ball of flames

So over there in Third World, some people do know how to die. They do believe in Allah, they say that Allah has told them what to do, how to attack each other plus learn how to die so they will go to Heaven.

iHaunts grandpa gave iHaunt a cake for his birthday but instead of candles he used sticks of TNT, as iHaunt bent down to blow out the candles, it exploded.

Spookymufu wrote:iHaunts grandpa gave iHaunt a cake for his birthday but instead of candles he used sticks of TNT, as iHaunt bent down to blow out the candles, it exploded.

Your silly, Spooky! I don't want to die!!!

iHaunt wrote:Your silly, Spooky! I don't want to die!!!

But you will die.

It's how you accept your impending demise, and how you lived your life thaT WILL DETEMINE THE TYPE OF PERSON YOU TRULY ARE.

Edit: And it doesn't hurt to notice when you've accidentally hit the caps lock while typing a message.

Funny! If anyone want to die then do their own favorite to kill themselves!

"YOU DIDN'T KILL THEM, SPOOKY" belowed Castle, suddenly appearing from nowhere next to Spooky as he finished typing his message. Castle's face was deranged, looking unhuman, almost demonic. He produced a shank made of sharpened PCP pipe and proceeded to stab Spooky multiple times in the neck. After he dumped gallons of gasoline all throughout Spooky's house, he walked out the front door, flicked a zippo lighter open, lit his cigarette, and tossed the lighter into the puddle of gasoline leading inside the house.
He walked away slowly with the burning house as his backdrop, smoke drifting from his nostrils.

The examiner closed his notebook, sighed, and turned to advise the judge.

"Your honor, I'm afraid that the combination of lung cancer and PCP residue that has collected in his system has done irreversible damage to Mr. Castle's brain tissue. My only recommendation at this point is an un-anesthesiated cranial biopsy, so that we may learn how to treat others who engage in the tragic pursuit of such a high."

In the next room a Dremel could be heard whirring to life...

The examiner (presumed to be Andy) walked down the courthouse steps, briefcase in hand. A cab was waiting for him. His business took a toll on him, though he knew it had to be done. Someone had to do it, he figured.
He sat in the backseat of the cab and shut the door. A wave of the hand signaled to the driver to go. As the world flew by outside the window, he became lost in his thoughts. Had he heard the car radio, he would've known he was in danger.
"Escaped convict on the loose."
Andy was thrown forward into the set in front of him when the driver slammed on the brakes.
"What the hell!? Why did you-" Andy began. To their left, moving at highspeed, was Castle. He was riding a bike fitted out with PCP spikes and a long poll, sharpened at one end. His face was smeared with various drugs. His eyes were wide, burning with all the fire hell could muster.
Andy stared in horror.
"HOLY F-"
His words were cut off as the spear pierced through the window and through his skull.