A man sits on his bed with a sinking feeling in his chest. His eyes are finding it hard to focus, the room spins as he sits on his bed. Suddenly he jumps up from his bed, he twists and distorts towards the corner of the room. He sits in a fetal position on the cold Lino floor and violently rocks back and forth. He runs his hands through his long, greasy, black hair and starts pulling. He rips out his hair by the clumps throwing it to the floor. Once there's not enough hair to grasp, he starts scratching at his face with his long, jagged nails, pulling bits of skin away from his face. His claws are clogged with skin and blood. the flesh still is able to be torn away. The blood runs down his hand and arm, it drips almost rhythmically to the ground. The man in his room has chunks of hair and skin missing. he rocks back and forth in the corner of the room whimpers in pain . Alone. In the screaming silence
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horror short stories
HorrorThis is a collection of horror stories that I write randomly because why not. WARNING; some of these stories will include themes such as death, psychological disorders and experiences, supernatural powers, the after life, gore (obviously), and other...
