The Horror Collection: A Collection Of Horror Stories

*gasp*

Hello?

Anyone there?

Why can't I see!!?

Why can't I move!?

What is this cold sensation I'm feeling!?

Anybody?!?

Please...

Gerrard?

Dad?

Mom?

Please! Somebody help me—

Huh? Is that a crack of light?

I-I can see it in the distance!

Help! Can anyone help me!?

Why can't I speak!!?!

Please...

Please help me...

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I want to move...

I want to see...

H-Huh? A-Am I moving?

I-I think I'm on some vehicle or something? Maybe a truck?

And it's freezing.

I'm so cold.

Hu-Huh??

My eyes are opening slowly?

Can I finally mo—

I'm staring up at a frozen, metal ceiling.

I can't move.

I can't close my eyes.

What's going on?!

Please! I-I want to move!

It's so cold.

So, so cold.

My eyes sting.

They burn!

I don't want to see anymore!

Please let me close my eyes!

Let me blink at least!

I can't move a single muscle.

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Voices.

I hear voices.

Hey! Help me! I'm over here!

What?

Wha—

OOOFF!!

I've just been loaded out of the vehicle. The outside looked red and white, like an ambulance.

Now I can hear multiple different voices...

Saying...

I'm dead?!?!

What!? No! I'm still alive! I'm still breathing—

I can't breath.

I literally can't breath.

I still can't move.

Still can't blink.

I've just been covered with a cloth.

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How long have my eyes been opened, listening to these damned voices who keep claiming I'm dead!?

I'm not dead!! I'M NOT DEAD!!!!

Stop saying I am...

Please...

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The door opened again, but this time—

Huh?

The piece of cloth I've me was removed.

And I saw—

*sob* *sob*

*Y-Yes... that's her...*

I hear voices.

Familiar voices.

Mom? Dad?

Why are they crying? Why are they sobbing over me?

Do... do they think I'm dead?

Like everyone else?

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NOOOOO!!!

NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!

I'm not dead!!!!!

I'M NOT DEAD!!!!!

Don't leave me Gerrard!!!

GERRARD!!!

DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!!!

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I really am dead, aren't I?

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So much for heaven.

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I'm so cold.

So. So. So. Cold.

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How long have I been in here?

This freezer?

Two days?

Two weeks?

Two years?

I lost count.

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I'm finally out.

Out of that hell...

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Though I know there is no hell.

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There is no heaven.

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There is no afterlife.

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Just this...

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There they all are.

My friends. My family.

They've closed my eyes, not like I wanted to see anyway.

I can hear their voices.

Through what I presumed was a coffin.

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It's definitely a funeral.

I can hear them all tell my parents, my husband Gerrard, how sorry they are.

I hear them chatting.

Joking.

Crying.

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I want to cry.

Please let me cry...

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...Today's the final day.

I'm getting cremated in two hours, from what I can hear.

...please let that be the end.

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NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

IT WAS NOT THE END!

I CAN FEE THE FLAMES!!!!!

MY BODY!!!

MY SOUL!!!!!

I CAN'T SEE!!!!

I CAN'T FEEL!!

LET ME DIE!!

PLEASE!!!

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so. im stuck here.

in this empty jar.

forever.

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i can't see. i can't feel.

i can't do anything.

so... this is what it feels like to die?

we've all been lied to.

there is no eternal peace.

just... this.

just...

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this

*Conscious Corpses: End*