BTW that's just a song I listen to everyday. Literally.
The knife he held was sharp, shiny, and held to your neck. As you look around to see everyone else already gone. The only breaths you could hear was yours, and his. You've never seen this guy before, but he could explain so many things you've done to him. You thought they were just dreams. He explained what you thought were dreams were your reality. What you thought was your reality was dreams. But now both would be taken away. You'r life officially done when you just started. Then the cold blade slit your throat. Your body hit the hard cement ground. Warm blood spill out. Now the only person in the room breathing was him.
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Random Creepy Short Stories
Mystery / ThrillerWhen bored my mind wonders. The dark begins slowly to creep out onto my writing. As these thoughts come my fingers type. Here are short stories to make you wonder.
