It's been nine years since my kidnapping. Or is it twelve? I honestly can't remember. The days seem to melt together here. i still wonder why they chose me. I wonder why they hadn't chose others. What did I even do to deserve this suffering? The person who took me are a sick, and twisted freak. The person can get their kicks by dressing me up and making me look like a idiot. I'm forced to sing,dance, and perform other humiliating tasks. I had no choice but to entertain the person everyday. It was disgusting, they'd no friends. If I'd refused, I'd get beatings and starvation. The worse part about it all, was that I'll never see my friends; or family again.
'Why me?' I thought scared, broken, and cold. After another year on the news that read:
'Boy found dead in a basement tortured And Mutilated'
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Short Horror Stories 2018
Historia CortaHey everyone welcome back to a newest book; since it's almost Halloween. I'll be doing short horror stories maybe once of year for Halloween and; maybe a Dia De Los Muertos horror story for spanish. I hope you guys enjoy.
