Sarah wrung the cloth, making sure it was dry before moving to try to sop up the mess again. She was almost done. It had been months of living with this family but she was still not used to them. They liked her. They accepted her as their own. That's why she was alive and well. But honestly she would have preferred to die than for the cannibals to take her as their pet. The dried blood on her hands was a constant reminder that she was supposed to be food. Sarah sighed and kept trying to clean up the bloody mess on the floor.
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Fright
TerrorA collection of spectacularly scary short stories and one-shots. These are all original, so if you're tired of reading the same creepypastas over and over, why not give these a read? They might make you a bit paranoid, but hey what's life without pa...
