Greg was out in the woods doing some late night hunting. He loved the thrill of hunting. He felt powerful and free.
He was quiet as he carefully looked for a deer to shoot. He continued to sneak around quietly until he heard the sound of sticks being crunched.
He then stopped. He was ready to hunt down his pray. He remained still, but looked around for the animal.
He heard the crunching again. He kept a sharp eye out. He didn't see an animal in sight. It was pretty dark afterall.
Suddenly, something jumped on top of him and ripped him to shreads.
It's funny how the hunter becomes the hunted.
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Short horror stories
Short StoryI love reading short horror stories so I thought I would write some myself! I hope you enjoy! ~all stories written by me although some where inspired from other ideas~ ~cover to this story is a photo taken by me~ ~read this at night if you're adven...
