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The air had turned cold and stale as the hours dragged by, he held the shovel tight, like his life depended on it. A forceful wind pushed him to the ground and when he looked up, his scream tore the quiet night.
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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...
