Cold, damp dirt clung to my fingers and caked my broken nails as I stared at the empty grave I had just dug up, shivering. A quiet voice behind me whispered, “I told you I wouldn’t be there.”
Published on October 6, 2020
Cold, damp dirt clung to my fingers and caked my broken nails as I stared at the empty grave I had just dug up, shivering. A quiet voice behind me whispered, “I told you I wouldn’t be there.”
You’re so good at these bite-sized scares!
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Yes. Excellent stuff. Gave me the creeps.
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Nice work!
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Whoa, that was very well written.👍👍
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Awesome 😁
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Oh, LOVED this!!! Absolutely brilliant and very creepy…
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YES 😀
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Ooh, great, creepy little twist. Love it!
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I really like it
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Chilling.
Well done.
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It reminds me of the famous “The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…” Absolutely just as good (or better!)
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Short but epic all at the same time 👍🖤
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🖤
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