The corpses in the morgue had bruised fingerprints inexplicably.
I put on my ancestral sunglasses and saw a corpse holding a translucent humanoid figure around its neck.
The moment the dagger penetrated the void, the morgue exploded. The corpse suddenly sat up and turned to me with its empty eye sockets: "It's looking for eyes."
The next day, the "deceased" who was rescued tore himself apart in the ward
eyelids.
Here he comes. "He smiled slyly, blood flowing from his empty eyes.
Gush.
The lights started to flicker and the temperature plummeted.
On the glass window, dozens of frosty hands slowly condensed
Seal.
