[ WP ] You 've found a magic typewriter , and everything you type will come to life .

He sat alone at the small writing table, the mechanical sound of the typewrite's keys being used echoed in the room. He could do anything, create anything, be anyone, if he so desired. In one room in the mansion he created himself, was piles of money, and in another, large and open as a theater, was a library brimming with every book imaginable. There were dozens of rooms with dozens of things the he thought he wanted. 
 
 But with everything at his fingertips, he still felt alone, felt unworthy of it all, ever since his wife died a year ago. Two months after her funeral, he received the typewriter in the mail from an unknown address, attached was a small letter reading, 
 
 `` Be God, create!'' 
 
 And so, he did. Now, however, he needed his wife. The loneliness was too much, none of the picture perfect women with the perfectly crafted personalities filled the empty void. As he held tears at bay, he typed into the machine, 
 
 `` My wife, Trisha Henry.'' 
 
 He yanked away his hands, as if the typewriter was burning hot, then waited and waited, and waited. An hour, then two, went by with no sound except his breathing. A sudden knock at the door broke the monotony, he quickly turned in his chair and began to stand, but when the door creaked open, he sat back down. 
 
 In limped his wife, mangled and decaying. Clumps of her hair dangled from the side of her bloodied head. Her arms twisted in odd angles at the elbows, and one of her legs was smashed flat, being dragged as she moved forward. The misty pupil-less orbs in her scabbed head rolled as if trying to see. 
 
 Tears erupted from his eyes and screams exploded from his mouth. The world reeled, he turned to the keyboard, nearing falling from his chair and began to type with trembling hands, 
 
 `` My wife, Trisha Henry, dead.'' 
 
 Still shaking terribly, he peered over his shoulder to find she was gone. The only remnants of her horrible revival was the stench of soil lingering in the air.
