Trigger warning:
Please put yourself and your mental health first by only reading if you are not easily triggered
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It was just a cheap motel soap bar.
Tom rubbed it hard against his arms, trying to get warm water to lather through years of grime. He didn’t notice the line of red down his wrist until he dropped the bar and saw it was streaked with pink.
The pain came next.
Tiny, perfect cuts bloomed along his skin—first shallow, then deeper. Embedded in the soap, nearly invisible, were crushed pieces of a razor blade. He stared at his arm, now dripping with blood and suds, unable to tell where one ended and the other began.
He wasn’t alone in the motel room.
From the closet, a camera blinked red.
YOU ARE READING
In Plain Sight
HorrorYou use them every day. A toothbrush. A hair dryer. A bar of soap. Harmless, right? Wrong. This is a collection of short horror stories where the most ordinary objects become instruments of fear, pain, and death. Each tale twists the familiar into t...
