Short Horror Stories

The cold wind send shivers to my entire body.

Freezing the pathways of my blood.

I can hardly breathe, my arms are frozen in place.

I can't hide my trembling, but it wasn't snowing.

I tried to blink but it only broke my lashes.

My teardrops turns into an icicle when I cry.

My heart is slowly beating, my face is as pale as snow.

My limbs are in my sides, but no it wasn't attached.

My body's oozing with frozen blood, I stare as I wait for my death.

Inside a freezer, preserved for these monsters' next dinner.