The horror of it all. I don't know why it started. But frist there was the blood on the walls. Then there was the red hand prints. Then it was my stuff moving, like one thind moving over a little bit. Then it was things moving to a different room. Then it happened.
The knife had moved to the side of my bed. Then it moved right next to me. Then the next day I woke up to a man above my bed. He ws holding the very same knife that had moved.
"Good bye. Your life is over." The man asked. Then he stabbed me, and it was over. i was dead from the moment all this had happened.
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My Short Stories
Fiksi UmumJust a few of my short stories that I have writen You may requst a story if you want to.Constructive criticism is okay.
