Story cover for Macabre by TahiaHartman
Macabre
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जारी, पहली बार प्रकाशित मई 18, 2020
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I kept my head pointed down as my eyes lifted back up to the corner. There was a slight disturbance in the inky black that settled there. A glint of yellow could be seen, curving upwards. I thought it was eyes at first, but as my own adjusted to the darkness I realized I was seeing teeth. No, not teeth, fangs. Turned up in a sickening smile, the kind of jagged bones made for tearing flesh...

Welcome to Macabre, my very own collection of short horror stories and flash fiction pieces dedicated to the twisted and creepy. From werewolves to demons to serial killers, these tales will haunt your very soul.
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I shakily reached for his hand and he stood, gently pulling me up with him. My gaze bounced between each of the six eyes on the mask and I got frustrated, wanting to make real eye contact with him. Vessel noticed my slight scowl and paused for a second before wearily pushing his hood back and unbuckling his mask, letting it fall to rest in his other palm. His long, shaggy black hair fell immediately into his eyes, blocking my line of sight to a majority of his face. I lean slightly away from him. "Are... Are you sure?..." I didn't want him to feel pressured to show me who he was, but I was dying to see the real him. "Promise you won't panic...?" That took me aback. Panic? Why? I furrowed my brows, confused. I nodded. "Yeah, why would I pa-" He tilted his head up and brushed his hair from his face. Six. There were still six. I panicked.