Once, I tucked a small wad of cash between the arm and midsection of my old, porcelain doll, which stood across the room from my bed, for safekeeping.
In the middle of the night, I was startled awake by something light hitting the side of my face.
I then picked that very same wad of cash up off my face, sat up, and saw the doll's arm fully extended, as if it had been the one to throw the cash at me...
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Very Short Horror Stories
HorrorThis is a book of very short horror stories, obviously. None of the stories will be any more than a few sentences long, if that. Read at your own risk...