The storage room door always has a distinct gap. He sees a little girl through it, half her body visible. The others are in the field playing soccer, the rest messing with his toys. He's always told they aren't real, though he always whispers in empty rooms.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
