I made some more horror microstories for you. It's a very different style of short stories, where you try to tell a story and cause the reader some emotion in a few words or sentences. Hope you like it.

A few months ago I found this job as a gravedigger. The job is not difficult, but what worries me the most is that some dead people don't want to accept the rest.

My ex-wife came to visit me tonight. She came to celebrate with me the anniversary of the day I murdered her.

As a coroner, I've found that it's much easier for you to autopsy someone you've killed than someone you don't know…

I did a ritual so I could talk to my reflection in the mirror, but now it wants to replace me. Sometimes I even wonder which one of us is truly the original, now that we're both walking the earth.

I don't know how normal it is to hear screams of agony outside the classroom, but I've been working at this school for so long that I thought it would be impolite to ask.

My sister always fought with me when I ate my lunch at her desk. I don't blame her. The human blood dripping from those succulent hands is really hard to clean…

Every day, after work, I take a good shower, drink a glass of warm milk and go to sleep. It is very important to sleep well after spending the day performing lobotomies on children…

Coming home at night I discovered one thing: the walls and fences in cemeteries are not just to keep people out, but also to keep people out.

Since they opened that new sausage shop in town, we've stopped having problems with stray dogs. The streets even started to get cleaner, especially when the beggars started to disappear too…