Ten, Ten-Word Horror Stories Monty turned; his cat was hissing, transforming into something terrible. "Children must behave," counseled Witchy. "That, and be cooked thoroughly!" Something heavy and wet was dragging itself across the floor. Anna blew her nose. Something wiggled in the bloody discharge. A woman, alone in the darkness...Donald Trump enters, leering. The alien entered. "Insert the probe," he communicated to compatriots. "Flesh is grass," he intoned, "and I'm here to mow!" "We have such...things to show you!," promised the Cenobite. Once an eye, it now was only gelatinous and blind. Hell isn't a place. It's something you carry around inside..
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