Friday Fears: Two-sentence horror #13
I’m a day late with this Friday Fears post. I had a submission, which I promised to put up on 25 May, but I had a manic day at the day job yesterday.
Apologies to Hari Navarro, who sent me the submission below, for being late in posting his two-sentence horror story
Doctor Jurin sighed wearily as he ran his scalpel through the puffy wax of the girl’s bloated abdomen. The eel that oozed out of the opening and contracted into her gathering necrotic fluid cost him the end of his tongue.
And here’s one from me:
The imposter continues to live my life: looking like me, sounding like me, acting like me. But he’s not me, because I am here, and no one can see or hear me so they have no idea that this stranger isn’t me.
Happy weekend, Horror Hounds, and don’t have nightmares!
