Natasha was frozen in her spot in front of the cellar.
Eyes still staring in horror at the door, even though the killer was locked away
deep inside.
She could clearly see in her head, her friend, Sarah, being slaughtered.
She cringed away at the images swirling in her head and ran far, far away from the
cellar.
She grabbed the door handle and sprinted down the hall, not looking back even once.
Doors in the hallways were open, locks broken.
Blood tainted the wall, the killers way of showing that he had taken away someone's
life.
She ran, only looking forward.
Running away from the images that surrounded her.
Natasha was frozen in her spot in front of the cellar.
Eyes still staring in horror at the door, even though the killer was locked away
deep inside.
She could clearly see in her head, her friend, Sarah, being slaughtered.
She cringed away at the images swirling in her head and ran far, far away from the
cellar.
She grabbed the door handle and sprinted down the hall, not looking back even once.
Doors in the hallways were open, locks broken.
Blood tainted the wall, the killers way of showing that he had taken away someone's
life.
She ran, only looking forward.
Running away from the images that surrounded her.
Racing down the stairs, she escaped the from the sickening smell of salt and metal.
She escaped the screaming that circled her brain.
Natasha dashed to nearest police station.
"Someone help!" She yelled as soon as she went through the entrance.
She was gasping for air.
"What happened, ma'am?" said the concerned secretary at the desk.
"There-there has been killings... at the apartment... down the street. He's room
697." Natasha said, still struggling for air to enter her lungs.
"Who's in room 697?"
"Him."
The secretary bolted up, obviously understanding.
Grabbing her phone and she entered a code.
"We have murders in the apartment on 272 Eliot Street. Person responsible is in room
697." said the secretary with a calm voice, but you could see she was trembling.
After nodding and saying "yeah", the secretary put down the phone and said "They'll
be on their way." as she went round her desk and went over to Natasha, who was
shaking.
"Do you need water, anything?" said the secretary while putting her arm around her.
Natasha was about to say no, but then she got the full affect of her dry mouth.
"W-water would be good." she said quietly.
Natasha sat down as she saw police officers and SWAT members scurry past her. 
All murmuring things, and talking into their walky-talkies.
"Move, move, move!" she could here them say outside.
Natasha stared blankly at the floor.
She observed the red carpeted floor.
Her shoes were stained with blood.
She moved on to her hands, which dirty and red.
I must look terrible, she thought miserably. 
"Here's your water." said the secretary out of no where, making Natasha jump.
"I'm sorry for frightening you." the secretary said kindly.
Natasha took the drink, whispered thank you, and chugged the water.
The liquid quickly took away her thirst.
"Are you sure you're okay?" said the secretary, looking at Natasha with sad eyes.
"I'm fine... I just need to go to the bathroom." Natasha replied.
"It's down the hall, to the right." said the secretary as she helped Natasha up.
Natasha walked down the hall and into the bathroom.
She was right.
Her mascara dripped down her cheeks, and dirt caked her face. 
She sauntered to the sink, and turned on the cold water.
Leaning over the sink, she splashed the water on her face, refreshing her.
She squinted, looking for a paper towel, and dried her face.
She threw it into the garbage, and looked back at the mirror.
Her eyes opened in terror and her heart nearly stopped...

To be continued.

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Seriously.
Anytime someone posts a "You'll Shit Bricks" thing, I freak out and scroll down,
only looking at like one third of the picture.
Ever since I saw that one with the freaky Grudge-girl type of thing, I have never
been the same.

Natasha and Sarah, still holding each other for dear life, made absolutely no
sound as they heard the mysterious person move around Sarah's apartment. Every
clatter of dishes and pans made them jump.
"What are we going to do?" Sarah whimpered quietly,
"We have to get out!" Natasha whispered loudly, forgetting about their predicament
for that middle-second.
The sound of the footsteps of the figure upstairs suddenly stopped.
They immediately stopped breathing.
Suddenly, the door of the cellar, of which they hid in, opened roughly.
Sarah gasped, terrified.
Natasha quickly threw her hand on Sarah's mouth.
The murderer went down the ladder with quick steps and jumped to the floor.
Natasha and Sarah, still holding each other for dear life, made absolutely no
sound as they heard the mysterious person move around Sarah's apartment. Every
clatter of dishes and pans made them jump.
"What are we going to do?" Sarah whimpered quietly,
"We have to get out!" Natasha whispered loudly, forgetting about their predicament
for that middle-second.
The sound of the footsteps of the figure upstairs suddenly stopped.
They immediately stopped breathing.
Suddenly, the door of the cellar, of which they hid in, opened roughly.
Sarah gasped, terrified.
Natasha quickly threw her hand on Sarah's mouth.
The murderer went down the ladder with quick steps and jumped to the floor.
He continued to push down boxes, scanning the whole cellar.
Natasha, who was quick to think, pushed down the heap of boxes which hid them.
It toppled directly on the killer, crushing him.
Sarah, who was frozen with complete fear, looked with terrified eyes on the boxes
which buried the man.
Natasha quickly grabbed her arm to get her out of her muse and hurried to the ladder
which lead back up.
She climbed up the ladder with great agility to the top.
"Come, hurry!" she yelled while Sarah, with less physical abilities, climbed
frantically, but not as fast.
There was suddenly a large creaking sound.
Sarah froze.
"Wh-what was that?"
"Who cares, hurry!" shouted Natasha in frustration.
Sarah continued to climb, but the creaking sound increased in decibels.
She ignored it to please Natasha, when the ladder started shaking violently.
She looked down and sure enough, it was him, the killer.
Sarah panicked and couldn't move.
Natasha, who was close to her shouted, "Take my hand!"
Sarah slowly lifted one hand from the ladder to reach for Natasha's.
She stretched, and stretched her arm, trying to keep a good grip on the ladder which
continued to move roughly.
Natasha had half her body in the cellar reaching for Sarah's hand when suddenly,
Sarah lost stability.
One foot slipped off the ladder.
She hit her head with great force on the ladder and fell down... down... down and
crash.
Natasha looked down, petrified, as the body of her friend hit the floor and the
killer struck his foot multiple times on Sarah's head and body.
She heard Sarah's horrible cries until they stopped and blood streamed from her
skull.
"Nooo!" Natasha screamed in terror.
She tried scramble to her feet, but she hit the cellar door and it fell with a great
smash on her spine.
She cried with pain and tried to push the cellar door up, but in the position she
was in, it was almost impossible.
Still trying to free herself from the door's death grip, she saw the mysterious
figure, rush up the ladder, to take away her life.
His masked face, with only his eyes showing looked straight at her with burning
intensity.
Trying harder, she managed to throw the cellar door off.
Natasha jumped up with difficulty from a sore back, slammed the cellar door shut and
locked it.

It should be easy to escape death now... right?

To be continued.

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One night, a father passed by his son's room and heard his son praying:

"God bless Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma. Ta ta, Grandpa."

The father didn't quite know what this meant, but was glad his son was praying.

The next morning, they found Grandpa dead on the floor of a heart attack.

The father reassured himself that it was just a coincidence, but was still a bit
spooked.

The next night, he heard his son praying again: "God bless Mommy and Daddy. Ta ta,
One night, a father passed by his son's room and heard his son praying:

"God bless Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma. Ta ta, Grandpa."

The father didn't quite know what this meant, but was glad his son was praying.

The next morning, they found Grandpa dead on the floor of a heart attack.

The father reassured himself that it was just a coincidence, but was still a bit
spooked.

The next night, he heard his son praying again: "God bless Mommy and Daddy. Ta ta,
Grandma."

The father was worried, but decided to wait until morning.

Sure enough, the next morning Grandma was on the floor, dead of a heart attack.

Really scared now, the father decided to wait outside his son's door the next
night.

And sure enough, the boy started to pray: "God bless Mommy. Ta ta, Daddy."

Now the father was crapping his pants.

He stayed up all night, and went to the doctor's early the next day to make sure his
health was fine.

When he finally came home, his wife was waiting on the porch.

She said, "Thank God you're here -- we could really use your help! We found the
milkman dead on our porch this morning!"

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 After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there
were three finalists for the CIA assasin position — two men and one woman.

For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and
handed him a gun.

"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the
circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have
to kill her."

The first man said. "You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife."

 After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there
were three finalists for the CIA assasin position — two men and one woman.

For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and
handed him a gun.

"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the
circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have
to kill her."

The first man said. "You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife."

The agent replies, "Then you’re not the right man for this job."

The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the
room.

All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his
eyes. "I tried, but I can’t kill my wife."

The agent replies "You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."

Finally, it was the woman’s turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took
the gun and went into the room.

Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on
the walls.

After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the
woman.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn’t tell me the gun was
loaded with blanks. So I had to beat him to death with the chair."

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SICK DAYS:
We will no longer accept a doctor statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to
go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

SURGERY:
Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all your
organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have
something removed constitutes a breach of your employment contract.

PERSONAL DAYS:
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays &
Sundays.
SICK DAYS:
We will no longer accept a doctor statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to
go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

SURGERY:
Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all your
organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have
something removed constitutes a breach of your employment contract.

PERSONAL DAYS:
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays &
Sundays.

VACATION DAYS:
All employees will take their vacations at the same time every year. The vacation
days are as follows: Jan. 1, July 4 & Dec. 25.

BEREAVEMENT LEAVE:
This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends,
relatives or coworkers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to
the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is unavoidable, the
funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to
work through your lunch hour and
subsequently leave one hour early, provided your share of the work is done.

OUT FROM YOUR OWN DEATH:
This will be accepted as an excuse. However, we require at least two weeks notice as
it is your duty to train your own replacement.

RESTROOM USE:
Entirely too much time is being spent in the restroom. In the future, we will follow
the practice of going in alphabetical order. For instance, all employees whose names
begin with 'A' will go from 8:00 to 8:20, employees whose names begin with 'B' will
go from 8:20 to 8:40 and so on. If you're unable to go at your allotted time, it
will be necessary to wait until the
next day when your turn comes again. In extreme emergencies, employees may swap
their time with a coworker. Both employees' supervisors (in writing)
must approve this exchange. In addition, there is now a strict 3-minute time limit
in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper
roll will retract, and the stall door will open.

LUNCH BREAK:
Skinny people get an hour for lunch as they need to eat more so that they can look
healthy, normal size people get 30 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to
maintain the average figure. Overweight people get 5 minutes for lunch because
that's all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast & take a diet pill.

DRESS CODE:
It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary, if we see you
wearing $350 Prada sneakers & carrying a $600 Gucci bag we assume
you are doing financially well and therefore you do not need a raise.

Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive
employment experience. Therefore, all questions comments, concerns, complaints,
frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations,
contemplation's, consternation's or input should
be directed elsewhere.

Have a nice week.

Human Resources Department

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A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to
her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the
train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell
off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting
on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."

The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this
house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS.
When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice
language."

Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his
A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to
her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the
train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell
off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting
on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."

The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this
house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS.
When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice
language."

Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his
train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, "All passengers who
are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with
you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We
hope you will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue, "For
those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your
seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant
and relaxing journey with us today."

As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off
about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."

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