Shortly after three, he climbed into bed and put his arm around me, releasing a tired sigh after working the night shift. Ten minutes later, the front door opened, and I heard my husband talking on his phone: "You don't understand. He's after us."
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Short Horror Stories- #Wattys2015
Short StoryI'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...
