"What are you doing?" I ask him as he stands at the foot of the bed.
"This never should have happened." He says while holding the knife to his chest, cradling it.
"What shouldn't have happe-" I stop when I notice he is looking at something beside me. I turn my head and my gaze locks onto something chilling. Cold, dead eyes stare back at me, never blinking. I register the knife that he is holding and my world shatters. He is holding a bloodied knife. The knife he used to kill me. Oh.
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Short scary stories.
Horrorthese are just some stories that I've been inspired to write after reading books like 31 Creepy words and other short horror stories, by ShaunAlen. These stories should make a shiver creep up your spine and make your blood run cold. None of these s...
