My grandmother was really superstitious.
She used to warn me against dark omens and ominous happenings.
Her worst tale (because I still don't believe it) was that every time we exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, we almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it.
Almost.
She used to warn me not to fog up the mirror with my breath.
After what happened to my brother....
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So do you fog the mirror woth your breath?
Don't.
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Cabin in the middle of Woods
HorrorHighest Ranking:- #3 in horror on 02.09.2016 A horror story starts in a dark night in the middle of mysterious woods, where a small cabin, with only one light flickering stands alone, trying to defy the spirits which are supposed to haunt the woods...
