This isn't based on a true story, of course.
Enjoy! ;)
I was in a bit of a rush. I was certainly going to be late.
I slipped on a black dress, black heels, and made my way out the door.
I finally arrived. Everyone had grief-stricken looks on their faces. Some crying, others trying to hold back tears that were threatening to come down.
I looked around me. No one seemed to acknowledge my presence. It was as if I was invisible.
I walked forward.
It was an odd feeling I had as I walked past them. It was only a small crowd of people yet no one had made eye contact with me.
I stopped at my destination, the casket, which contained the body.
I creaked open the casket.
I now figured out why no one had acknowledged me when I peered into the casket and saw myself.
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Man of the Shadows (And Other Short Stories)
HorrorA collection of short horror stories. Some aren't mine (some were two-sentence horror stories) but rather ones I've heard of and just extended them to make them into a little story. Similar to "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark". I guess. But not a...
