At midnight, this notebook opened by itself on the empty table. Every page exhales in your ear: "This is the last story." You start to read - the cold air penetrates into your collar, and the writing seeps out of the paper, like the breath on the back of your neck. Now, you've turned to the middle page, and it says: I'm watching you read me. There are wet blood stains on the corners of the book, exactly like your fingerprints. Wait... Who's behind this?
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It feels very good. There is rarely such a collection of short horror stories. Every story is wonderful.
It feels very good. There is rarely such a collection of short horror stories. Every story is wonderful.