Mommy had her head in the oven, lost among the smoke.
Daddy sat in the chair, as the matchstick burned down. He smelled quite terrible—like gasoline.
Big Sister crouched near the front door, reaching for the knob. Both of her legs had been twisted into pretzels. Her throat was squeezed thin.
Baby Brother laid in his crib, silent as the grave. His face was covered with a pillow. He hadn't felt a thing. Just a little pressure, and then... and then... and then...
Janice giggled, then closed the dollhouse.
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In Plain Sight: A Collection of Surreal Horror Stories
HorrorIn his last collection of 2020, EvantheNerd83 delivers what he is most known for- tales that take the mundane, and twists it into nightmares.
