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Paper cutCategory: Stories
Friday, 10 January 2014
07:04:06 PM (GMT)
My first horror story X)

While working on my homework, I cried out in pain as the paper slowly slid against
the soft skin of my finger tip, causing it to gush out dark, red blood. I watched the
blood leak out of my finger, dripping down my hand toward my arm. I called out to my
brother, Jack, to get the band-aids from the medicine cabinet. He grabbed the package
and slammed it on the table when suddenly he cried out in pain. "What's wrong?" I
asked then he showed me his finger, which was bleeding uncontrollably. I quickly
jumped from my seat to get a rag from the counter but when I returned it to him it
was soaked in blood. I looked at my hands to see the skin completely ripped from my
finger tips. I lifted my head to look at Jack, who had a horrified look on his face.
We ran downstairs to get the phone when suddenly, the books fell from the shelves and
crashed down upon us. I could feel the paper roughly rubbing against my skin, causing
tears to burn my cheeks as they gently fell. I tried to dig my way out of the
avalanche of books and finally succeeded. I looked around to see Jack lying on the
floor, covered in blood. I gasped as I bent down to him. "Are you okay?! Please,
answer me." I cried out as I slowly raised my hand to his face. "Please, brother,
don't leave me." I felt tears burn my cheeks as I realized he wasn't breathing. I
suddenly noticed that I was going to bleed to death but I truly didn't care. How
could I go on without my brother? My brother whom was there all my life. I lifted my
trembling hand to his face to shut his eyes. I want him to sleep peacefully now,
forever, sleeping peacefully. 
    
They Both Died That Night, Though their Bodies Were Never Found. The Books Were Set
Back Up By Family And Friends. But Whenever They Entered That Room, They Never
Returned.


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