The Night :- short horror story

She was crying next to me under her sheets. I wanted to console her but I was too scared to come out of my own covers.

Somehow the night passed and morning approached. I asked her, “why were you crying the whole night, did you see the whimpering ghost of the murdered girl?”

She replied with cold dead eyes and chilled voice, “Yes. I was crying the because the murdered girl was sitting on your sheet covers and starred at you the whole night”…..

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