In the old days, a lot of the time little kids were buried with their favorite toy. It could be anything-a wooden sailboat, a little baseball bat, an old doll, anything the kid loves.
Beth Parson's toy-a ragged doll with two blue button eyes-was buried with her when she died just like that. Two weeks after the funeral, when her father found the doll laying on the front porch. He decided there must have been a mistake and quietly re-buried it. A week and a half agree that, when Beth's mother found the doll-dirty and wet-on the floor of Beth's playroom, she brought to the family priest, and together they blessed it and buried it again, in the little girl's plot.
When they found the doll the third time, sitting up on Beth's old bed, there was a little note : "It's a little cold in there. I don't like it. Why won't you let me come home? "
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Horror Short Stories and Many More
HorrorSome or most of these stories are NOT MINE. I just saw them at the net for a good read. I just like collecting stories, creating stories, and sharing it too. So I hope some will give you chills and creeps with some of them with 2 sentence stories...
