(A year later)
One day my parents were talking between themselves: "What's the problem? Nothing could've happened at the camping place, that's where it happened right?" Then I remembered. A year had passed and today is that day.
I begged my parents to take me where we had camped. I slept alone on the border line, I was scared, but of course, I wanted my legs back. Everything happened just like the last time. The fog, the faces, everything. When they got closer to me I heard someone say: "Hey that's the kid remember? Let's give him his legs back!"
One horseman was holding my legs but in some kind of a ghost form, with the same close I had the night they took them. He put the legs on my body, and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up I tried to stand up. At the beginning my legs were a little unstable, but with time I got used to them again.
A couple of days later I remembered a weird thing my grandfather used to say, but I never understood what he meant.
UNTIL NOW!
HE used to tell me: "NEVER SLEEP ON ANY KIND OF BORDER!!!"
THE END
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The Border
УжасыThe Border is a story about a character who was once haunted by the evil horsemen that are summoned when a person stays on their border. He doesn't remember about this, until one night when he was coming back from the movies something follows him, s...
