The pairs of emaciated eyes outnumber the single round in my gun. With pleading tears falling on her doll's hair, I point the barrel at my last surviving daughter.
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Short StoryIt was 2:00 am when I looked out my window only to see a face staring at me I lived in the 14th floor I do not own any of these stories feel free to comment your own scary stories.
