I expected pain.
I can't really blame him. He hasn't moved for days since I died. He'll be hungry.
He was always part of me. Now it's the other way around.
The dog in the picture above is Ripley, my dog. My boy. This story, along with the first 'My Boy' story, is dedicated to him. He's yet to actually eat me, but I'm yet to actually die. As far as I know, anyway. If I had died... well... I'd expect it to be colder. And for bacon to not taste as good.
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31 Creepy Words and other Short Horror Stories
Horror31 words isn't much to tell a tale, but even those few are able to chill your blood. Herein lie super short yet super scary stories, including serials The Night and House, each of only the magical 31 words. Do you know what 31 is? 13 backwards... ...