The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.
I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
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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...
