The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.
I bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
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Two Sentence Horror Stories
NouvellesTwo Sentence Horror Stories That Will Keep You Up Tonight. Most of them aren't mine. I got them offline so credit to their rightful owners.
