There I was, standing face first at the biggest fire I have ever witnessed. It was 1692, during the Salem Witchcraft Trials, and I just so happened to be accused of a crime I had not committed. There was nothing I could say to change their mind, for I had no proof. Inch by inch, they forcefully push me towards the flames. I could feel the heat radiating off the fire, warming my skin. I knew this was the last of me, the last time I would see my parents, the last experience I would have in life, and it has to end this way.
They tie me up on a stake, and throw me in the fire. This was it. My parents burst into tears as my clothes go up in flames. I could feel the heat, eating away at my skin, painfully. Blood gushed everywhere as I watched my body get incinerated right before my eyes. I let out a final horrifying scream, as I let out my last final breath of air. This was it.
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Short Horror Stories
HororWant to stay up all night? Spine-chilling short stories are here to help! Some are even based off of real stories. Still in progress, Enjoy! Top rating: #228 in horror and #89 in gory
