13 очень коротких страшных рассказов

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I зачем, зачем я прочитала их вчера на ночь? решила пффф - однофразные же. чего тут жуткого то
II зачем я их пощу сегодня ночью? таки любопытные же. и на аглицком - для изучения. но не перечитываю).

1
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. She had no way of letting them know she was still conscious.

2
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.

3
There is nothing better like a laughter of a baby. Unless it is 1 A.M. and you live alone.

4
I always thought my cat had a staring problem, she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.

5
A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said "I heard that, too."

6
I never go to sleep but I keep waking up.

7
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

8
The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.

9Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

10
I put my hand on the wall to guide my way in the dark. Then I felt a heartbeat.

11
She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.

12
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 1:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 1:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

13
I begin tucking her into bed and she tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for her amusement and see her, another her, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
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