I look uneasily at the housewarming gift - a painting of a creepy doll sitting on a log outside a cabin house and I whisper to my sibling, "I don't want it hanging above my bed."
Next day, I stare at the same painting that is now hanging in the living room, only this time, the doll is missing.
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Bedtime Chills - Two liner horror stories
HorrorTwo 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...
