If you're reading this story, please help me.
I can hear them.
Who are 'they' you ask?
Well, I don't know. They have pale skin, black eyes, and bloody mouths with sharp bloody teeth... They are all pale and nude. They kill.
I hear them in the room next to me...
Chomping down on my family.
If they see me, I will be dead. They will kill me, and eat my dead flesh.
I finally built up enough courage to walk out of my room and open the door.
I grabbed my shotgun, and turned to doorknob where my parents were dead.
There was blood everywhere.
I saw my parents... well, my parents' bones and guts.
They looked at me.
They walked towards me. I shot at them, but it didn't do anything.
They're coming.
I start running out the door.
They're coming.
They're coming.
I run into the street, and run for my life.
They're coming.
They're coming.
They're coming.
As I run, they are popping out of bushes in front of me.
They're walking closer.
Please help.
If you are reading this, I am going insane and probably dead.
They're coming.
They're coming.
They're coming.
They're coming.
...
They're coming.
Please help me.
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Short Horror Stories
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