It hadn't been long since I last visited the graveyard, but something made me go again. I must go.
I reached the graveyard. The midnight darkness made me not want to go. But I must. I must go.
I'm getting lost in the yard, reaching the fence. Looking for something that might not even be there. A fence. A secret? I must go.
The mist over the fence made it impossible to see. But it didn't blind me from seeing the dark figure that lurked in the dark. It didn't stop my legs. I must go.
I see the man staring at me. A huge bloody knife in his right hand. Head tilted. Why am I here?! I must go! Leave! But no, my legs carry on.
I must go.
As the figure stares at my pale lifeless body he smiles. But then he leaves.
He must go.
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Short Horror Stories
Short StoryI'm trying a new thing to do with horror stories. I'm kind of obsessed with them. I'll write down as many as I think are good. Feel free to message me stories and I'll give your page a shoutout! Feedback is appreciated! I'm really proud of this book...
