By Pseudonymus Bosch
They descended on the boys of St. S-'s in a dark cloud, swarming like locusts. Up close, they were terrifying. Quivering, bristling animals without eyes or ears. Each mustache hair seemed to move by itself, a teeny tiny tentacle with a mind of its own. Some landed on the boys' backs or chests. Some between the boys' eyebrows. But most found their targets under the boys' noses. There they dug in like so many flying leeches, irritating the boys' nostrils and feeding off the boys' blood and snot. They did not leave until years later, when they were grey and crusty and the boys were dead.
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Half Minute Horrors
RandomA 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.
