I had just gotten done climbing a really high mountain in the Rocky Mountains.
I was going to put a cross down on the top for my friend who died on this mountain.
I was digging the cross into the snow when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I quickly turned around to see my friend who died, he looked like a reanimated corpse and was frozen and frost bitten like crazy. He smiled, and pushed me off the face of the mountain.
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Scary Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a bunch of short scary stories that I have either created myself or have been inspired to write by other authors
