My crew and I have been ship wrecked on this island for a couple weeks now.
I over heard them planning a mutiny. Deciding I needs to something quickly I made up my mind on taking the leader of the soon-to-be mutiny on a hunting trip in an effort to find food.
We were gone for a couple days, but I returned alone around night time. Showing them the meat I brought back with me we started to dig in.
When I was questioned as to where John was I have a simple answer.
"We split up to cover more ground, haven't seen him since."
satisfied with my answer we cooked the meat and dug in.
Suppressing a smirk I took another bite. You see, I know exactly where John is.
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Scary Stories
HorrorA small collection of short scary stories I write. Trying to update once a week.