"Where is my liver? My stomache hurts." Margret woke up, to find the dead woman sitting on her chair. She screamed, and woke up Brian.
" WHERE ' S MY LIVER?! GIVE ME MY LIVER!" she screamed, instantly in their faces.
" I DONT HAVE YOUR LIVER, HE HAS IT, HAVE MERCY ON ME!" Margret trembled. The ghost screeched, and ripped open Brians stomache, and took both, the now digesting liver, and his liver. All the while, Brian stared St margret accusingly. As the ghost began to fade away, Brian managed to say 5 more words, before dieing.
"I...don't want....any...liver." his face was still facing her, still accusing.
YOU ARE READING
100% horror, myth or not.
Terrora series of events that will cause you to lose your sleep. And possibly your lives. (Jk, no chain mail, or anything like, "once you hear this story, she comes after you, because you know her secret." So chill.)
