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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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Driving tips

Always avoid potholes! They’ll wreck your tires: each pothole you hit wears away at them until they’re beyond repair and you’re left stranded in the middle of the road that cuts through the woods. You get out of your car and look around. There’s no one in sight. You sigh and lean down, examining the faulty tire. It’s a cold night, the air is completely still. The wind rustles the leaves of the trees nearest you. The air is completely still. You fish your phone from your back pocket and call your roadside assistance provider. While your phone rings, you glance around at the trees. Do you see it? It certainly sees you. A nice lady answers the phone and a tow truck is sent your way. You hang up and slide back behind the wheel as it watches from the backseat. You meet its eyes in the rearview mirror. It smiles.

When driving in thick fog, use low-beam headlights! If you use high-beams, the light just gets reflected back to you, minimizing your visibility. You squint at the road ahead and feel your car hit something. You hear a scream. Panicking, you get out, scanning the fog around you for the person you hit. It wasn’t a person. You think you see a body on the ground, just at the edge of your vision. You run towards it. It isn’t there. You go back to your car to get your phone. Your car isn’t there. There’s nothing but fog.

I am 21 years or older.