I hear them calling in the pipes after sundown, their voices too sticky and too sweet, like plums gone to rot.
One night I awake to find myself sleepwalking toward the sewer. The next time, my fingers are wrapped around the cold metal grate, poised to lift it.
I know it just a matter of time until my voice joins them down there in the darkness.
It's okay, though.
I can already tell that by then, I won't be afraid.
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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
