I rub my tearstricken face with my tear-soaked sweater as I sit cross-legged on the bed in front of a chocolate cake in my hotel room alone and croak out sadly, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday... Happy B-i-rrth-d-ay-"
I bury my face in my knees, unable to continue singing and before I can raise my head to see the cake, someone in a black mask blows out the candles and finishes the song, "Happy Birthday to you," just before he swings the crowbar to my head.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Bedtime Chills - Two liner horror stories
HororTwo sentences horror stories. The plots and characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ALL of the stories in here are 100% penned by me. Please respect this. Do not steal and use it...
