Two-Sentence Horror Story #17

5c73e26c8edea17ea3a59e05551d617cIt chittered and squeaked at me, in a high-pitched voice that no child should have been able to make.  I still couldn’t make out its facial features in the dark, but as it started to jerk and stalk towards me, I fumbled backwards, no longer wanting to know what it looked like.

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