Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

He lay curled up on the floor. He was stabbed repeatedly in the back with a ten inch knife. As he wouldn't die, they tried strangling him. Still he did not die. They rolled around on the hard wooden floor. He struggled for air as his face was engulfed by redness. Suddenly, one of them craved a carving knife. 
They craved a square around his voice box. Then they removed the layer of smooth,  floppy flesh. He dug his hand into the victim's neck. With warm, bloody flesh walking under his nails, he raised his hand. The vocal chords spewed out blood.  Syrup blood lay on the floor spreading like wildfire. He lay there, official... dead.