Challenge Yourself- 2 Sentence Horror Stories

Souls

His hair waves delicately in the non-existent breeze as he beckons me. My hands gripping tight to my soul as I refuse to let it go. Sitting on the park bench of crimson hue he turns to me and says “I thought you weren’t ready to go, Oh I’ve missed you so”.

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