Two-Sentence Horror Story #21

5b63e45f8f23a9bb059d2378b9a7b7e6I couldn’t see his face under the mask, but even with the sun overhead, his approach unnerved me here in the woods. I backed away from the old shack, trying to maintain both sight and distance without stumbling into a tree, but turned and broke into a run when I saw the gleam of his knife emerge from his hand.

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