
Amidst the desolation of the abandoned asylum, I stumbled upon a rusted, bloodstained gurney. The flickering overhead lights cast ghastly shadows as I approached, my heart pounding. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared, adorned in tattered hospital robes, its hollow eyes staring straight at me. It whispered in a chilling, unearthly voice, “You’re not alone here,” before vanishing, leaving behind a haunting echo that sent shivers down my spine.
I am often asked why I like to write scary short stories and my response is that there is something uniquely thrilling about a well-crafted scary tale. It’s like a rollercoaster for your imagination, taking you on a wild ride through the unknown. And when it comes to delivering maximum fright in minimal time, nothing beats the short story.

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