Back from the pub. Feeling a bit hazy; almost fell asleep on the bog. The hangover is going to be a bastard. I take a look in the mirror as I down my paracetamol and water. The face staring back looks like shit. The thing is, it’s got this toothy grin on, and my lips are shut.
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Little Things
HorrorA collection of six-sentence horror miniatures, ideal for horror readers with short attention spans.
