Sleep did not come to me easily that night in the cabin in the woods for the portraits on the wall only portrayed the deformed, the decrepit and the damned.
Sleep has never come easily to me ever again, for when I had woke I found no portraits, only windows.
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Two Sentence Horror Stories
Short StoryTwo 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.
