/u/mugwort23's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror
As trees rush by I hear the sound of the horses galloping hooves and the shouts of their red-clad riders and the baying of the hounds and I can feel it: the bloody electricity of the hunt.
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Curiosity had bid him thrust his arm into the crevice halfway up the cliff-face he'd been climbing; but fear of the the warm, wet, fleshiness within, which clamped and held him fast, had made him pull and thrash and buck to free it.
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From this little whale-watching boat I can see, with unbelievable clarity, the ventral pleats on the underside of a fully breaching, full-grown female blue whale.
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He scrolls down quite far on the TwoSentenceHorror subreddit to arrive at a post that is simply his full name complete with birth date and death date, which is tonight's date - click.
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Pixies, fairies, the wee folk, whatever they were, he'd eyed them many times over the years among his beloved plantings; but never so closely as they were to him now, where he'd fallen among those same plants, clutching his chest in pain and thinking, 'my garden friends have come to help me'.
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First day had been terrifying but his ‘celly’ was a godsend who gave him the lowdown on prison life, showed him round and seemed to so fit the role the of wise mentor that when this cellmate par excellence began to talk in the middle of the night; he decided that he should listen carefully.
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Now it's looped video of my children and my wife being savagely raped and tortured and murdered and I must take just that millimeter of respite from this torture by closing my eyes though it doesn't stop me hearing their cries or, indeed, that calm, crackling voice from the intercom again...
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He'd found the graveyard and, as per instruction, at precisely midnight he placed his ear to the small, rough, circular hole in the stone door of the mausoleum to receive his reward for the fulfillment of a terrible blood-bargain - an answer.
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The ghost had stopped shrieking in my face but was now slowly shaking its head in disbelief and mouthing the question 'really?' as it drifted away.
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