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EVIL DEAD : Resurrection part 2They were all sitting in the living room, passing around doobies, sipping alcoholic beverages, and pigging out on junk food in front of the TV. Louis, meanwhile, remained on the outside of the circle, sitting in the armchair with the book on his lap, reading glasses on his nose as he went over the contents inside it and writing down some notes and translations onto a notepad."So what have you learned, professor?" Ivan then asked."Like whose face they ripped off to make the cover?" Veronica herself asked, only half-joking."Apparently this book is called, 'Naturom Demonto', in English: 'The Book Of The Dead'. It's basically a kind of ancient spiritualism manual," answered Louis, "Like a field guide to the spirit world.""Sounds wicked," said Veronica, "Let me see."Louis passed the book on to Veronica, who proceeded to flip through the pages, looking over the eerie artworks inside while Ivan peered over her shoulder to get a look as well."And you found this thing buried in the woods?
This Is My RealityI have another thirty minutes to complete this assignment. I am sitting in my creative writing class, second row from the back, third desk from the right. The only sounds in here are the scratching of pencils against paper and the rumbling, whooshing of oxygen being pumped through the ventilation system. These blinding fluorescent lights are giving me a migraine.Our assignment was simply to write something, to improvise. Write whatever comes to mind. It just needed to be completed by the end of class. The class began twenty minutes ago, the same time as we were given this task. My mind has been flowing ideas ever since, but it can't seem to land on any one of them. All of them are horror-based, of course. That seems to be the only genre I'm good at writing. As I sit here, those visions in my head pour out before my very eyes. I see snakes, serpents, worms, and eels, all manner of slimy creatures slithering across the ground between peoples' feet. Spiders the size of my hand crawl over