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Tales from beyond the grave (short horror stories) [On Hold for now]

Horror

These are the tales about the bad apples, rotten souls, damaged morals and broken hearts. Tales where humanity turned sour and cynical. Tales that'll tell you, monsters exist. And they don't necessarily live around us but maybe...within us.

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Her voice

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by ADBWrites

by ADBWrites

It had been two years since I'd lost her. I wanted to hear her voice again. I wanted her to call my name. So I went over to the well.

Someone once told me there was something magical about that well. All you have to do is throw in a dime and wish for what you want from all your heart.

So I did as I was told. I tossed in a dime. I put my hands together and prayed as if my life depended on it. Tears burst from my eyes as my heart ached and my breath shivered with longing. "Silvia, I wanna hear your voice again!" I cried out. "Say something!"

That's when I heard the sound of the dime dropping into the well. The sound of metal clinking against water. And then a voice echoed out of the dark depth,

"You're back again." The voice said. "Why are you back?!"

I looked into the well, smiled down at her. "I missed you, Silvia."

"Shut up!"

"I wished to hear your voice again. And my wish came true. The well really is magical. Your voice is so sweet, Silvia!" I smiled wider.

"Stop calling me that, you psycho! That's not my name! Let me out of here! Let me out!"