QUEEN OF THE MOTHS HORROR FICTION
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Short scares in little bursts, because who's got the time?
"I'm not like other girls," she murmured against my neck.
I screamed against the gag as her jaw unhinged and her many rows of teeth began to grow.
Supposedly, if you dial the number after midnight, someone will answer and reveal your future.
It's all BS, of course; I called more than once, and all I heard was screaming.
It was that creep again, texting her from an unknown number over and over in the span of five minutes.
She froze upon seeing that they were all the same message--"Peekaboo!"--and her hands began to shake as the bathroom door creaked open behind her.