I collapse onto the sofa running my sweaty palms through my hair. "What is up with that child?" I ask myself. I throw myself off the chair walking towards Alice's room. As I get to the door, I hesitate to knock, but when I do it's quite quiet. "Alice, can we talk" waiting for an answer, my patience level drops and i push open the door. "Alice?"
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Short Horror Stories
Short StoryAre you reading this, or is the voice in your head reading instead?
