Since we are about to start into the witching hour -or rather month -, here are six horror stories, written in only six words:
Then, she said: "It is yours."
After eight shots... she kissed me.
No denying it: it was stuck.
I shouted: "Kill me!" It did.
The baby growled, hungry for more.
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