The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long thin, rotting nails through my rigid chest, her other hand muffeling my attempted screams for help.I sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, revieled, thanking god it was just a horrid nightmare. I look to my alarm clock and it just turned and flashed 12:07 when I heard my closet door crack open.
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Short StoryThis book is for you to stay up all night, afraid that the thin little lady will crawl to you under the duvets. Welcome to the world of horror. #18 in short stories. Vote/commemt/follow.