I began to scratch at my skin. It was just a small itch, but I suddenly felt something warm and moist on my hand. When I looked at the hand I saw it covered in blood. I was frozen as I stared at my hand for a moment, before I slowly moved my eyes towards my itchy leg. My leg had a huge, gaping wound. It was bleeding deep, red blood that oozed from the wound. I was complexly petrified, however I didn't feel any pain. All I felt was the continuous urge to scratch.
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Short horror stories
Short StoryI love reading short horror stories so I thought I would write some myself! I hope you enjoy! ~all stories written by me although some where inspired from other ideas~ ~cover to this story is a photo taken by me~ ~read this at night if you're adven...
