Short Horror Story

LLM

It was a cold and windy night. Ned sat in front of his laptop monitor trying to find the words to write his horror story. He began.

'It was a cold and windy night in the village of Newmarket, Connecticut. Mark was sitting on his living room couch reading an old book he found on his attic. The book speaks of an unnamable horror lurking in the woods. An ancient horror from the dawn of time. Long before the first pilgrim father set foot in the new world. The horror that beckons to be remembered. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. A faint knock. It grew louder and louder. Mark became startled. He stood up and looked out of the window. There's no one there.

He walked towards the door and opened it. Behold..the horror that he saw is indescribable beyond words. With its awful glory and terrible majesty. "AAOOWWeeeeeeuweheehehehehe!!!" Mark wailed in pure terror.

The very next day, his neighbours discovered Mark's head outside his doorstep. No traces of blood or his body. Just his head'

Suddenly Ned heard a knock on the door. He stopped typing. He stood up, walked towards the front door and opened it. Behold, he saw the horror within his imagined fiction became flesh. Its awful glory and terrible majesty in its fullness. Ned screamed "Uwehehehe...." A clawed hand reached out and with one swift motion, decapitated his head. His body stood motionless for a fraction of a second before dropping down to the ground.

The unnamable horror disappeared into the dark night waiting for its next victim. Anyone who even dares to conjure up the horror with a mere thought...

THE END

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