“Don’t worry about the mess,” she said, wiping the blood off the knife as she stalked toward me. “I’ll make sure you never have to worry about it, at all.”
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Two-Sentence Horror Story #21
I couldn’t see his face under the mask, but even with the sun overhead, his approach unnerved me here in the woods. I backed away from the old shack, trying to maintain both sight and distance without stumbling into a tree, but turned and broke into a run when I saw the gleam of his knife emerge from his hand.
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