I was woken up, in tears, by the echo of the voices in my head, my mouth tasting like metal. Shocked is too small a word: I damn near shat myself. Caked blood and mud covered my hands, and gore trailed from my chin down to my chest. I realized I was laying in my driveway, bent over a horrid bloody mess that had been my neighbour's dog.
In the dim light of dawn, I picked up the dead thing and made for the garage, hoping to hide it in there for a while, before I can bury it. In short order, I realized I couldn't - my freezer was full of pets.
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Little Things
HorrorA collection of six-sentence horror miniatures, ideal for horror readers with short attention spans.
