Sometimes it's easier to give in to your demons. Give in to the sweet whispers in your ears as you give in the the cold. It's almost like dying in your sleep, really. Why live with the torment of humanity that scream curses while you live, instead of die with the demons that whisper sweet nothings as you die? This will be fine, this will end it.
As I shakily picked up the knife on my dresser, a smile came over my face.
The brother goes first.
{[A/N]: I'm not dead! Who would have thought? Don't forget to vote and comment! This isn't two sentence like normal, thought I'd switch it up. Be sure to tell me which you like better.}
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorA young girl sat in her room, glancing at her screen as she mul A collection of short, mostly two sentence horror stories for your viewing pleasure! All story shorts here are created and owned by me, thank you.
