He was trying to type his own short horror story,
when I slit his throat then wrote this for him.
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I looked at the ground to see a little girls shadow next to mine,
reaching for my hand,
but I'm alone in the park....
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Every day I place small love notes around the house for my wife to find
to show how much I love her
she seems soo down lately I can't help but try to cheer her up,
it's not my fault I died 20 years ago.
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I found a movie camera on the floor in the living room
i picked it up and the T.V. suddenly came on showing what the camera sees
only it showed a dark figure standing behind me,
staring at the camera with hatred,
I spun around to see nothing but a scorch mark on the rug where the
figure once stood...
who's camera is this anyways?
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Nothing beats the single life hangin with my friends late night watching TV
when the power goes out,
and all we can hear is a child's xylophone faintly playing.
we didn't have much time to dwell on that for the floor suddenly
gave way dropping us into darkness.
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We all heard a loud thump in the hallway of our new home
when we investigated, we found an old doll there.
thinking this was a silly prank I picked up the doll and looked at its face
the right eye started to roll back into its head
displaying the message "HELP ME"
carved into the back of the eye....
that's when all the shutters on the house violently slammed shut.
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I hated waking up to the sun shining on my face in the morning
But now I regret hating it so very much
for I awoke to remind myself I'm still chained to a wall,
naked and bleeding from the torture the night before in a pitch black hell.
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I like to think I'm quite the photographer
when showing my photos to my friends
they noticed a black shadow like smudge,
it was in every picture, as if it was watching me...
YOU ARE READING
Super Short Horror stories
Poetrysome of the early ones are edits of others I've read online