Ergebnis für "R.I.P." in Anthologien & Kurzgeschichten

Sometimes, the dead do come back. Sometimes, they crave your flesh...and sometimes, they desire your very soul, but they aren’t the only thing you have to fear. You don’t believe in what you can’t see, yet something is there, watching, waiting. You can feel its unholy intentions deep down in the marrow of your bones. You don’t know where it came from, but you know with every fiber of your being that it is not from this earth, and as you feel its gaze searing through your skin, you know the end just might be near.

My doctor is about to perform a physical unlike any other I've had.... My name is Ashley, and I'm sitting in the waiting room. Everywhere I look, I begin to fantasize about the most attractive person in sight, usually a woman. I can't seem to stop my impulsive cravings, no matter how hard I try.... The nurse and the doctor both take turns examining me. Very, very thoroughly.... Before long, I'm asked to strip nude for a more careful inspection.