He watched as the bad man shot his mum in the chest.
She fell to the carpeted floor of their house.
The boy opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out, the man with the gun turned and looked straight where the boy was.
The closet.
The boy hid under blankets and stayed statue still.
The man stalked towards the boy and opened the door with a 'bang.'
The man looked for the boy with dangerous eyes.
But came up empty, the man started to walk away, until he heard the unmistakable sounds of rustling.
He quickly turned around, but he was just to late.
The man got stabbed by none other than the mailman who came in after him.
The mailman looked at his work and laughed.
First the boy, and now the man who shot the mum.
The mailman walked out of the massacre, never to be seen again.
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Short Stories (not related to each other)
Horrora bunch of short horror stories i write from third person. That come from my mind. All these stories are horror based and twisting so you'll think one thing but it'll be another. Read these stories and enjoy the dark side of my thoughts. Have fun...
