You step into the hot spray and begin lathering your hair, but clumps of it come out in your hands, and as you stare at the strands in horror, your fingers dissolve at the joints, falling in a bloody pile of bones by the drain, followed by your arms, ears, feet, legs, torso, and when your wife comes home at the end of the day, all she finds is the shower still running, the water gone cold.
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One Sentence Horror Stories
Short StoryLife, death, and the unexpected, done in one sentence. Let's have some fun in the dark!
