Can You Write A Horror Story In Two Sentences?

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Lee9900

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There were always the ravens staring at me with those bleak soulless eyes that showed me the way to hell. There was no way for me to go, for the creaking of the noose around my neck as I swung over the sterile desert waste was a constant reminder that my death bound me to this land, and this land i shall forever roam.
 

Nomik

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Suddenly, flocks of pigeons dotted the skies, heading West. Two white and brown speckled "flying rats" remained nearby, fearless, steadfast in their determination to remain grounded; their very presence links me to a familiar entity, leading me to this moment to take heed of his message, "never ombré, fear the Raven, yet take heed of my omen: he watches you and you wake, waiting for that which you can never have."
 
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Ebdim9th

Dressing the Gothic interval in tritones
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Lee9900, and they wanted to feed Doyle's brain to the groom! (<<He also appeared as that demon ruler in charge of a hell dimension that Buffy stumbled across while hiding out in LA as a waitress named Anne. {Her middle name} Which her friend later adopted from her when she went back to Sunnydale)
 

Ebdim9th

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Space squirmed in blackness and the entire solar system the ship was approaching convulsed on the back of a camouflaged impossibility, it's multiple heads, opening eyes on the surfaces, blinking with reptile pupils, turned to face the little metal meal. The "planets" were heads and the thing stretched it's length out, wrapping void-appearing, star-reflective substance around the cruiser and feeding it forward into hungry mouths yawning wide in those bulging spheres.
 

Nomik

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And I'm still stick in a strange version of It. My childhood friends are the ones I knew from the start, grew apart from, and still remain, in Derry. Facebook can't touch the root of this intense connection and when it's gone it stays no matter what, through everything.