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Nah, this is what happens when you successfully tell people to Get Off My Lawn.
Nah, this is what happens when you successfully tell people to Get Off My Lawn.
Pfft, shadows. If there's ambient light hitting my skin, there ain't no shadows can get near me. I'm so reflective, I make the Silver Surfer look like pewter.
Inspired by r/nosleep, but without the "Everything here is true" and "You can't criticize the OP" rule. Post your scariest original short stories here.
Rules are simple: