I reached out to turn on the light. I felt another hand on my own.
As I walked towards my bedroom, I heard my husband say my name. When I went inside, there was no one there.
I looked in the mirror. The reflection wasn't mine.
I don't know him. He knows me.
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Two-sentence stories
RandomA collection of two-sentence stories. Most of them will be horror/paranormal, but I will write some light-hearted ones too
