Goodreads asked Randy C. Dockens:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Randy C. Dockens As the moon rose, a wolf howl and an icy breeze sent shivers down Elaine’s spine as she realized taking the shortcut through the graveyard had likely been a mistake. Suddenly, something grabbed her ankle causing her to fall as it—someone—something—dragged her into a nearby grave even as she repeatedly yelled, “But I’ve been good, I’ve been good;” yet laughter overshadowed her screams and a dark, husky voice replied, “What is good, except a pitiful excuse for not even knowing what that word means.”

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