The nice lady who runs the orphanage for little boys and girls of all ages told me that I was 'special' because my momma used to shake me as a baby whenever I cried, and that she would love me no matter what.
I don't understand how she could send me away to the place with the padded walls after telling me she loved me, all I wanted was to make sure that the other baby boys and girls could grow up to be 'special' just like my momma made me.
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Fragments of Fear - Two Sentence Horror Stories
HorrorFragments of Fear is a book of twisted tales told in only two sentences. Covering a wide range of genres and topics from psychological horror, cosmic horror, paranormal horror, body horror, shock horror and more. Some are funny, others are sad, then...
