By Gloria Whelan
I had walked too far, ending up in a neighbourhood of homes with a deserted look. The streetlights came on, and I hurried from one pale pool of light to the next, searching for something familiar.
At last, admitting I was lost, I approached a house where the flick of a curtain suggested it was occupied. Hoping for directions, I knocked at the door.
The man who answered my knock appeared strangely pleased to see me, as though he'd been waiting for me, or someone like me, to appear. He ushered me into a darkened room.
"So then no one knows you are here," the man said.
I heard a key turn in a lock.
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Half Minute Horrors
AcakA collection of very short horror stories. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE STORIES OR THE CHARACTERS IN THEM. I WILL SPECIFY WHO THE REAL AUTHOR IS OF EACH STORY. I GOT THEM ALL FROM A BOOK I HAVE CALLED HALF-MINUTE HORRORS.
