/u/LeftOnQuietRoad's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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“Bow your head to the sleeping child, bow your head to the sleeping child, bow your head to the sleeping child…beautiful child, beautiful child”

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Every where I looked was an endless desert of sand, the sky shimmering like glass under a bright but warmthless sun.

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The worse part of living forever is occasionally those assholes figure out the jars thing.

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I learned about the local legend of the wicker man late in life and I thought it was very interesting but excessive.

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They never hear us coming.

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At the end of the hall there’s an old nursery.

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I awoke with my legs wrapped and submerged in the black water of an enormous lake.

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I’m sorry, you don’t understand, you can’t hear them when they’re moving.

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That when I learned how the woman staring me down at the end of the alley, knife in hand, knew my name.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
“Bow your head to the sleeping child, bow your head to the sleeping child, bow your head to the sleeping child…beautiful child, beautiful child”	6
Every where I looked was an endless desert of sand, the sky shimmering like glass under a bright but warmthless sun.	5
The worse part of living forever is occasionally those assholes figure out the jars thing.	4
I learned about the local legend of the wicker man late in life and I thought it was very interesting but excessive.	2
They never hear us coming.	2
At the end of the hall there’s an old nursery.	1
I awoke with my legs wrapped and submerged in the black water of an enormous lake.	1
I’m sorry, you don’t understand, you can’t hear them when they’re moving.	1
That when I learned how the woman staring me down at the end of the alley, knife in hand, knew my name.	1