Four very bloody sentences

Four.

Very.

Bloody.

Sentences.

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"So this is your idea for a horror novel Shiragiku?" the editor glared.

"Why yes. Does it not elicit terror?" Shiruka giddily asked.

"Well, I can't deny something like this could easily become a cult classic if it's given the proper spotlight. For example, if you make the words look like they were written in blood, and we advertised this on one of our company's horror shows, it would probably be a hit with fans of the occult."

"Seems you get it, but I'd prefer you publish it as is first."

"I get what angle you're going for, but I think you should at least consider the bloody writing."

"It wouldn't work well for the ebook version."

"Well, we could take a high quality photograph."

"How bout this instead," Shiruka smirked as he plopped a stack of papers before the editor.

"Hoh hoh, a horror manga? The art looks amazing, what's it called?"

"Grouping of ghosts. It's about a boy that hunts ghosts with his hot adult sister."

"OK, I get it. The printing press is yours," the editor grumbled as he walked away.

"Good, now I have free reign. Time to get to work," Shiruka snickered.

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Shiruka happily handed everything to the proper departments.

"Um, are you sure this is OK?" one of the staff asked.

"The editor himself said it would do well if given the proper spotlight," Shiruka smirked.

"Well, it is a clever idea, so we'll go with it."

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The company began printing like crazy in order to meet the very tight deadline. It looked as though they wouldn't make it as the printing press broke. The staff despaired as they fell asleep from exhaustion.

"What will we tell Shiruka sensei and the editor?" they despaired.

However, they awoke at midnight to the sight of the work complete. Copies of the novel and the weekly manga magazine were stacked neatly on the floor.  Perhaps some nice duendes had done all the work for them. As the reinvigorated staff began loading the works onto the delivery truck, a gnome watched from afar and smiled.

"And here I thought I'd have to help out. Guess they somehow managed to fix that printing press," he nodded.

"Wait, you didn't fix it Gnarry?" an alien asked as he beamed down from his UFO.

"Nope, those humans surprised us Gnorville," Gnarry replied.

"No, I was monitoring them. They were all asleep. Besides, the printing press is still broken," Gnorville countered.

"So did one of your buddies beam some copies down then?"

"No, the stack... just appeared in under a jiffy."

"Ghosts then?"

"It was too fast. Besides, none of my high tech sensors detected any phantasmal traces."

"Then who did it?"

The two then felt a chill run down their back as I made my presence known. They turned and screamed out my name in terror, before I whisked them away.

I can't wait to see everyone's reaction to this, Muwahahahaha!