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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 closet door creak open.
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νσтє αи∂ ¢σммєит уσυя σριиισиѕ σи тнєѕє ѕρσσку ѕтσяιєѕ fσя мσяє єєяιє ¢σитєит
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Short Horror Stories
Short StoryFrom creepy encounters/ sightings to the true chilling nursery rhyme meanings, these short stories will have you trembling under your covers. -I do not claim any stories- Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware...
