You were told a woman from the 50s had died in your new car, she was posh and wore this strong rosy perfume. She was killed by the 64th victim she had planned to murder. You brush it off anyway because you don't believe in that stuff. As you get into your car for the first time, you smell a strong rosy perfume, then the next thing you know, a voice from behind is whispering "guess who's my 65th victim"
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Short Horror Stories
NouvellesAre you reading this, or is the voice in your head reading instead?
