Through moon and fog, I run, branches whipping bare legs bloody, and race the hot breath, that burp of hell, against my nape. Closer, closer, until saliva spatters my skin, and the thing with teeth wraps me in its mouth.
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Two Sentences Horror Stories
Mystery / ThrillerA compilation; of the terrifying and spine chilling two sentences stories from the internet. Credits: therealhyujin and Thought Catalog
