The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my my closet door creak open.
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorIf you think that only a good horror book or movie can be scary, you are probably wrong.
