Once at a relative's house, I had to sleep in the basement since the house was overpacked with guests. It was dark and musty down there, but quite alright; except for a few cryptic paintings lined across the room - of gruesome, dishevelled, mutilated forms of men, women and children glaring at me. I tried to ignore the paintings and finally fell asleep.
Until the next morning, when I found out those were windows, not paintings.
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Dead Air - A Collection of Horror Stories
Short StoryRustle of leaves. Dripping red. Footsteps coming closer. Finally, a cold silence of dead air. This is a collection of some of the scariest, creepiest and spookiest horror stories (written by me). So check your closet and under your bed, lock the doo...
