This story is by HonestRage
I pointed the gun at the sick bastard who killed my wife.
He sobbed as he feared for what was to come.
I pulled the trigger.
If only he spoke and tried to reason with me then maybe he could've lived.
But that was obviously not going to happen.
After all, he was born just a few minutes ago.
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The Midnight Hour
HorrorThink you can handle horror? Try and get through these stories without getting nightmares. This is a collection of Short Horror Stories. While reading them, at the middle of night, might I add, I nearly peed my pants. Hope you enjoy. I overhead on...
