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I sank into the heat of the bath in the comfort of candle light to try and soak away my stress when my phone pinged.

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I’m so afraid. They keep telling me that everything is fine, that I’m their daughter, but I remember a different life.

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Only the great and the hellish are remembered. The rest of us make up the ground they walk on.

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The passing of trees flickered by the dark window with the hum of the engine as I came to the end of the overgrown road.

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I wish I’d never taken it, it was never mine to have, but hearts are too hard to put back.

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I could feel them beneath my skin, crawling, squirming, feeding. I brushed my nails along the writhing knots, and whispered, “Grow my babies, it’s almost time.”

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My father died a few weeks ago and he left me the majority of his property.

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Don’t move

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I sank into the heat of the bath in the comfort of candle light to try and soak away my stress when my phone pinged.	15	TwoSentenceHorror
I’m so afraid. They keep telling me that everything is fine, that I’m their daughter, but I remember a different life.	11	TwoSentenceHorror
Only the great and the hellish are remembered. The rest of us make up the ground they walk on.	6	TwoSentenceHorror
The passing of trees flickered by the dark window with the hum of the engine as I came to the end of the overgrown road.	3	TwoSentenceHorror
I wish I’d never taken it, it was never mine to have, but hearts are too hard to put back.	2	TwoSentenceHorror
I could feel them beneath my skin, crawling, squirming, feeding. I brushed my nails along the writhing knots, and whispered, “Grow my babies, it’s almost time.”	1	TwoSentenceHorror
My father died a few weeks ago and he left me the majority of his property.	1	TwoSentenceHorror
Don’t move	1	TwoSentenceHorror