Two Sentence Horror | XIX

They were tied to the chairs when I came in, with one huge funnel feeding collectively into their stomachs. I fed through 16 litres of screenwash and couldn’t help thinking that a ‘bitter taste’ wasn’t enough of a warning.

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Two Sentence Horror | XVIII

The grandfather clock doesn’t chime on the hour since I fell into it. But I make my presence known to the family, having it chime only at the time I took the pills.