My eyes look sleepily from side to side as my daughter lay in her cradle. As I go downstairs I check the window,there she lay her eye whites black and her pupil white, "Why are you still here? You know you murdered her."
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Short Horror Stories- #Wattys2015
ContoI've always loved horror stories, so I decided I would make my own book. Not all of these stories are mine. If they aren't, I probably included the site. Hope you like it! Vote, comment. I really appreciate it when you do! This book has already go...
