Fwirl

Jerid was a normal teen, until one day he killed himself with items unseen. Jenny was a normal girl, until one day she lay dead at her bed. Shina was once a normal adult, until she saw the bodies of them. They lay around her, stabbed, wrists slit, eyes gouged, necks cut, fingernails torn, mangled, legs broken, skulls shattered. Suicide victims. Shina sat there, looking at the poor, decaying things. They sat themself up, eyes black, staring under her bed. Shina didn't know what to do, until the bodies pulled away, hands, nailless hands, began clawing at their faces. Blood streaked the floor. And down went Shina's head, and she yanked up