The doctor handed me my son. He fit in the palm of my hand. The doctor hurriedly explained that the baby's lungs didn't work and that he would die any second. I stared down at him. He squirmed in my hands. He flailed and kicked. His mouth opened and closed, but he didn't make a sound. His soft skin turned a dark shade of purple. His eyes bulged from their sockets. The whites of his eyes were red from bursting blood vessels. I cried. There was nothing else I could do.
"Honey?" my wife said. I opened my eyes. I was in my bed. My wife lay by my side. It was just a nightmare. My pillow was wet with tears.
"What is it?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled, but she was obviously in pain. She clutched her stomach.
"I think it's time." She said.
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Scary Stories: Continued
TerrorSecond Scary stories book I might upload some more stories but only if I can find good ones. Don't be afraid to dm me your own personal experiences.
