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Bite-Sized Stories ✨Horror✨Mystery✨Thriller✨

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“The Maternal Wanderer”

Bite-Sized Horror Story With A Sweet Undertone About The Ghost Of A Woman.

They were the few years of five.

She cared for them.

Made sure they were invariably intoxicated with joy.

At 7:00am, breakfast would be on the table.

By 8:00am, she’d walk them to school.

Then, they were the flowering ages of fifteen.

She informed them about what it meant to be a good person— how to treat others.

They were then twenty-five years old.

She comforted them when they felt displaced by the daunting world.

Helped them to understand that they were completely capable.

Eventually, they were over three decades old; the age of thirty-five.

They had lives, children, and a career of their own— they had a home.

Her assignment was accomplished.

She traveled back to where she was laid to rest, patiently waiting to solace a new innocent soul.

Her wait didn’t last long.

She heard the agonizing cries of an adolescent boy.

She traveled towards him.

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“The Potion”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A Character’s Use Of A Harmful Potion.

My wife was dissatisfied with the way she appeared.

One day, she came home with a decorative bottle.

It was lovely.

Multicolored intricate streaks flowed from its top to its bottom.

Its spout was gold and gleaming.

She informed me that inside contained a liquid that promoted a healthy life.

After about a week, I noticed she had slimmed down.

She was ecstatic.

Her smile shimmered, enabling me to become cheerful as well.

By the second week, she had lost a bit more.

The third week, even more.

By the fourth week, I explained to her that she didn't have to go any further, as she was already perfect.

She was adamant; it was clear that she wasn't going to stop drinking the liquid.

Later that night, I patiently awaited her slumber.

I grabbed the bottle off of her nightstand and peeked inside.

It was bare.

I then screwed back on the cap and gently crawled into bed.

I wrapped my arm around her.

She felt a bit different.

I hastily lifted the blanket off of her body.

What I discovered next horrified me.

She was a skeleton.

All bones no flesh.

“Alice, Alice!” I shrieked as I shook her frigid brittle bones.

But nothing.

She was stagnant.

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“The Familiar Man”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A Character’s Vivid Nightmare.

It was 3:45 am.

I had just arisen from a terrifying nightmare.

I decided to head to Dosh’s Diner to have some breakfast.

I thought that it would assist me in getting rid of the dreadful dream.

The diner was mostly empty.

The only people inside were me and another man.

He was dressed in all black.

He looked strangely familiar.

I decided to ask him if we had known each other.

I slowly reached for his shoulder and gave it a tap.

He turned around.

What I observed next only built upon his familiarity.

He had no face.

I felt static trotting through my torso.

I was incapable of moving.

“Where have I seen this man before?!” I marveled.

Suddenly, his glance brought back a flood of memories.

He was the man from my nighttime sufferings.

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“The King’s Proposal”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A King’s Wicked Offer To His People.

The governor in command of the land offered us a deal.

We would get a position on the throne for a day if we were successful in slaughtering one other soul.

Of course, only one could win the seat.

That day was terrifying.

Severed skulls spread across the town.

Bright blood brushed along the cobblestone streets.

More than half the population-gone.

The governor sat back and patiently waited for his victor.

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“It Was Rain but More Deadly”

Bite-Sized Horror Mystery Story About A Town’s Response To The Downpour Of Lethal Rain.

We were instructed to stay indoors.

Liquid poured from the sky.

It wasn't rain.

It was something much more dangerous.

The news asserted that those who made contact with the outside without equipping the proper gear were not expected to make it out alive.

The gear looked something similar to a hazmat suit.

The cloak must’ve been worn at all times once heading outside.

Even if the chemical wasn't plummeting from the sky, it was essential.

We were informed that the downpour was acidic and could do tremendous damage to the human body.

There were two cases last week of people stepping into the outside, bare.

They were both schizophrenic and saw the droplets as something nondeadly despite being warned on several occasions that they were.

Their bodies were discovered severely burnt.

One of them had no skin at all.

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“The Monster of the Sea”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A Fisherman’s Encounter With An Extraordinary Animal.

I was out fishing.

It was midnight.

I had a goal.

My objective was to catch an extraordinary fish known as the Hermard.

These fish are extremely large.

They can grow to be over 10 feet long.

They are equipped with large teeth and powerful jaws that are able to destroy anything that enters their mouth.

Additionally, they are relatively rapid in their movements.

I grew tired of sitting around in my boat, so I decided to take a short nap.

I drifted into a deep sleep.

I began having a horrendous nightmare.

I dreamt that there was a masked man trying to break into my home.

They were thumping against my door.

The sounds were not rhythmic.

They occurred randomly.

Suddenly, the masked figure was able to pry their way in.

The sound of the door latch breaking made a deep “thud.”

The man was now inside.

He slowly reached for his mask, but before he was able to reveal his identity, I woke up.

I woke up in the water.

I glanced at my boat.

It was near.

I then focused my gaze in the opposite direction.

What I observed startled me to my core.

I saw the creature.

This was no fish, but a creature.

It stood before me with much grandiosity.

Its teeth were massive.

Its body stretched over 50 feet.

Its tremendous tail splashed around pounds and pounds of water.

I was out of my mind, terrified.

I tried to swim away, but the creature was far too quick.

With three swift motions, the creature unfastened its mouth, grated my body, and swallowed it.

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“The Identity Chameleon”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A Shapeshifting Criminal.

He proudly pulled out his wallet.

I had asked to see his ID.

He didn't match his picture.

Not even slightly.

I told him that we couldn't help if he were unable to identify himself.

But still, he insisted that he was the person in the photo.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.

Before the guards could arrive, the man started aggressively grabbing at his face.

Scabby skin was torn off piece by piece.

Bystanders looked on, fearful.

Some even fled the building.

Skin was hitting the ground with several tiny plops.

When he was finally finished, he had a new face.

An entirely new face.

“Now can you see who I've been all along?” whispered the mysterious man in a raspy voice.

I felt an uneasiness trickling throughout my body.

I gave him a smile, then took the ID out of his hand.

I quickly studied the photo once more.

It matched perfectly.

He grinned.

I began giving him the service I had recently denied him.

My hands were shaking.

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“I Harmed The Man Because I Loved Him”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About An Irrational Narrator Who Showes His Love In A Harmful Way.

I positioned his corpse at the side of the tiny apparatus.

He appeared so peaceful.

He wore a smile that stole his entire face.

I did him a favor.

He was a good man.

A man that didn't deserve the dreadful hand he was dealt.

He was in a better place now, after all.

I was just getting rid of his old painful memories.

I threw away his wheelchair and his cane.

I ripped off his prosthetic leg.

I took out both his eyes.

I had cut off his ears.

And finally, I ripped out his throat.

That way, he no longer had to suffer from his partial and unfortunate development.

I plopped his torn pieces into the machine and began turning the handle.

The sharp rotating wheels grinded then spat him out.

I then went to lay his body out and set it on fire.

The flames furiously flew.

I dug a deep ditch in which I laid him to rest.

He was gone.

He could now live on without being reminded of his sorrowful condition.

I even kept a piece of him as a memento.

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“The Divine Air That Left”

Bite-Sized Horror Story About An Irrational Narrator.

The air was thin.

I cried out as I struggled to breathe.

The crowd of innocent children, women, and men vaguely resembled herds of bulls.

The women were crushed by men, as they tried so desperately to protect their children.

I didn't mind perishing.

In fact, this was simply an indication that our time had expired.

I watched as hundreds scrambled through the orifices of the building.

I had no fear.

In fact, I was willing.

This was a test.

A test that all failed but I.

But before I departed from this earth, I had to confess to my faults.

I was the one who lit the candle that burned the entire place to nothing.

Now, I will be worthy of living eternally in paradise.