It was 12.07 when my little girl crawled onto my bed and attacked me with a knife, stabbing me over and over again. I woke up with a jolt, looked over to the clock which now turned 12.06 and my little girl was calling my name from my threshold.
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Short Horror
TerrorTwo-sentanced horror and short story horror. Some are my own, some aren't. Read if you dare.
