There was a guy. As you can say the guy loved taking pictures. How ever they were weird pictures. They were bout people dying. It was awful. This one guy took a picture of my little brother. I was handed the picture. I screamed it was my brother being be headed by some random dude. The next day it was on the news that my brother was dead. I looked at the picture again and it was my brother. I was scared to where I can have my picture taken. But someone did take my picture and it was the same guy. This time it was my entire family being killed. I was sad and I was crying.
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horror story
Horrorsleep with the lights on. These are short horror stories. I have been inspired by the things I know and don't know.
