150 words horror flash fiction set in Malayasia and other places.
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Hassan was about to doze off when someone knocked on his front door. A woman greeted him with sad puppy eyes. She was cradling her crying baby close to her chest.
“Please, sir. My child is hungry. Do you have any food or money to spare?” She begged.
Hassan smacked his lips and turn back inside. He cursed under his breath; annoyed that a beggar came all the way up to his apartment to beg, but he was sorry for the baby. Perhaps ten ringgit would suffice, he though as he rummaged inside his jeans pocket.
His phone rang. It was his neighbor from across the hall.
“Close the door!” The neighbor said.
“Why?” Hassan walked back to the front and stopped dead in his tracks.
The woman’s hair was shaggy. Her eyes were all white and bulging. She was cradling a small tombstone. Her feet didn’t touch the floor.
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