I once was on my way back home for Christmas when I saw a man standing out in the snow, his thumb sticking out to signal for a ride, so I decided to be a good samaritan and stop, the man getting in gratefully.
We drove off and I asked him where he was heading, the man telling me that he was heading towards my home town. I smiled and turned my head towards him, wanting to tell him that it was my home town too, but I froze in my spot when I saw the blue, frost frozen face of my brother, whose body we never found, looking back at me through dead eyes.
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Scary stories to read in the dark
HorrorTwo sentence horror short stories that will occupy your mind at night. (All of these are my own, so please don't steal them!) _____________________________ Disclaimer: This is my own work and intellectual property, so please do not plagiarize my wor...
