I couldn't sleep that night. Not with him watching me at night in the gloom. Every night I lay awake, scared of what the man could do. Especially after what happened to my family. They were ripped apart. Limbs and organs nailed to the walls spelling my name out. I never knew what to do. He followed me everywhere, to work, to the store. I think others saw him. The man moved closer to my bed. I held still, he never moved. He leaned very close to my face and whispered "Wake up." I shot awake and it took me a moment to figure out where I was. I was on the wall and my stomach hurt. I looked down and my guts were ripped out and pinned to to the wall. I screamed. The man just smiled and said, "Sweet dreams."
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Horror Nights
HorrorRandom horror stories that I write and they will not be composed in any particular order. The stories will all link together in the end, but you must read through the horrors to see them.
