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A Horror Christmas Short Story

Myrna Stevens froze. Something dark ravenous famished, was calling her; “Myrna… Myrnaaaa…”
She could feel something all together terrible coming from deep within the bowels of that garage. And she knew with certainty should she venture down that path, never ever again would she see the light of day. And yet still she could not bring herself to leave. She just had to see the face belonging to that horrific voice. Just a glimpse, a glimpse she thought, just a glimpse… as she felt herself irresistibly drawn to what ever was down there …
“Myrna… Myrnaaaa…” the voice beckoned …

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