Two-Sentence Horror Story #28

maxresdefaultI didn’t understand why my brother looked so frightened of me. I had only escaped from the asylum because I wanted to reconnect, to understand, to avail myself of the rock-solid frame of mind he had been graced with, and that I so desperately craved.

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