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At first, they won't let me sleep.

Now, they are rising to meet me.

I can hear it at night, in the dead silence of the house.

Step by step, stair by stair, door by door, they rise.

It's in the creak on the staircase. The rattling of the windows. It's in the shadows that slink about outside the door of my room. It's in the slow, hesitant turning of the doorknobs.

They want something from me, something of theirs I took.

I think I know what it is. And I don't think I can give it back to them.

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They howl incessantly at night, and keep me awake.

The noise carries on the wind, sneaks under the door of my room and enters through the windows, into my ears. Their cold, chilly fingers reach in my brain and keep me awake.

They cry. They cuss. They beg.

The people in my basement.

They remind me I am cursed with listening to their dead lament forever.

Blood to wine. Organs to pie. Bones to bones.

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I do not like to torture them.

Torture feels wrong, messy. Something you cannot clean up or forget in a hurry.

Torture taints the human body.

Those who torture human beings before killing them are tainted, stained perverts.

Death, when granted, must be a quick, painless process. Which is what I do.

It's what comes after that interests me.

Breaking us down to blood, bone and tissue. The unmaking of what nature made.

And yet they trouble me, keep me awake.

What are they complaining about?

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Mandy's Patisserie

That is what I do for a living. I bake cakes, pies, pastries and sell it to the townspeople. I am the only one running a bakery here.

They all come to me.

'What makes your pastries and pies so special ?'

'Love and care' I answer.

'The people in my basement. Their flesh and blood,' I want to answer.

But no one must know my secret. That's the cardinal rule of doing business, isn't it?

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It's well said, by passing the age bones become weak, once it's broken, not possible to assemble again........ (Polls)

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My bones scream at me
Not to leave you inside.
My heart is bleeding over my shoulders
And that makes me insane.

My mind is scared of the thoughts
That follow me everywhere.
My senses turn into nonsense,
Forgetting everything I knew before.

You want to catch my soul
In your rough fist
And break my flesh in two,
Leaving my lungs breathless.

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