Jimmy and I stole the beat-up old Chevy Camaro just outside of Albuquerque and drove it hard all the way to Reno, where we abandoned it just outside the city limits. I didn't see it again until two years later when it showed up unexpectedly outside my trailer in Big Sur, and when I looked in the window I could see Jimmy with his forehead resting against the top of the steering wheel, blood pooling in his lap.
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Extremely Short Horror Stories (Two Sentence Horror Stories)
HorrorThe largest collection of two and one sentence horror stories on watt pad. Cover by @wordgirlalways