My back is frozen and I can hear distant sounds of voices. I can sense a dull light above my closed eyes. Someone orders to give him the scalpel with a steady, heavy voice and I start to panic. I can't move, I can't speak, I can'τ scream that the anesthesia had not work on me. The doctor's words sound more clearly and, if my body could react, I would shudder:
"The victim is Caucasian, 36 years old. On the left upper forehead there is a gunshot entry wound. Time of death: 02:17. We will make a clean, vertical cut ... "
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Scary Short Stories
HorrorCreepy stories i found on the internet. NOTE: I do not own these, all credit goes to the authors, if an author is not listed, I couldn't find them or I was too lazy, if you know who they are please tell me. Update Schedule: When I feel like it m8
