The man stood, gazing into the distance.
A distorted shape stood silently, ragged breathing.
He saw the mist move.
Now it was snorting.
Closer.
Grumbling.
Closer..
Mumbling.
Closer...
"Lost my ticket again..."
The man put a hand to his heart.
He was shaking.
It was a grumbling man,
who lost his ticket.
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Short scary stories
HorrorNone of the stories I will post in this book are mine. All content goes to the original writers X3 enjoy X3
