A silhouette of a woman taller than my room stands before the foot of my bed, slouching as her back hits the wall. She looks straight onto my face. Her eyes glow red. They are the only things that have color in her body. She's a tall, black silhouette with long fingertips as sharp as nails.
My eyes are glued, looking into hers no matter how hard I try to move them away. She reaches out to me as I struggle to even squirm. It's as if every part of me is tightly chained to my bed while my body feels limp. I hear my own screams in my head, but they could never escape my lips.
Laughter begins filling the room as her hand gets closer and closer to my mouth. It trails slowly from my lips to my eyes, her finger now pointing straight down to where I'm positioned to look. It slowly descends as my room shakes.
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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)
