My stepfather guides me along the aisles of the church where all the mourners stand with their heads bowed down as they hold something shiny in their palms as though deep in prayer.
As my stepfather and I approach the opened coffin to pay our last respects, I find the coffin empty so I turn to my stepfather for an explanation but he pins me to the floor as the mourners surrounds us and that is when I find out that the shiny things were knives.
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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...
