The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I quickly sat up, relieved that it was only a dream. Until I looked over to my alarm clock. The time was 12:06.
And my closet door creaked open.
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Stories to Tell in the Dark
HorrorFrom folk lore, to games, this is Stories to tell in the dark. A series of scary stories guaranteed to make you hide under your covers! This was the first book I made. I'm very proud and I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to read, favorite, and sho...
