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Every time I had died, Death itself brought me back, but each time I was resurrected, I felt less and less like myself— less and less like Dr. Sophia Light!

It is 2am at night. I lay awake in bed, my Desert Eagle clutched tightly in my hand. I can hear the shrieks of the rape dwarf through my walls. The laughter dies down. I breathe a sigh of relief. The night was almost over. The Rape Dwarf blasts in through my wall, it's seven inch uncut cum dripping dick dragging against the floor. It's very wet. My floor is drenched. The Rape Dwarf looks at me with his lusty eyes and lunges towards me just as I whip out my pistol and shoot him right on his tip. The Rape Dwarf lets out a painful shriek. It's penis was flaccid now. Rape Dwarf

Great! Here's a short original horror story to get us started: --- “The Reflection” Mira had never believed in ghost stories. As a practical woman living in a concrete jungle, haunted mirrors were just internet clickbait—until she moved into her grandmother’s old house. It started with the mirror in the hallway. An ornate antique with a black wood frame, it had always given her the creeps as a child. One night, while brushing her teeth, Mira saw something strange in its reflection. Her bedroom door was open in the mirror—but when she turned around, it was shut tight. She laughed it

The Shadow in the Mirror As a hardened city dweller, Mira never put stock in ghostly tales. Haunted mirrors, to her, were the stuff of viral online legends—nothing more. But all of that changed when she stepped into her grandmother's long-abandoned house. The mirror in the hallway, an antique monstrosity with a black wood frame, had always sent shivers down her spine as a child. One dark and stormy night, Mira glimpsed something bizarre in the mirror's reflection. The image showed her bedroom door swung wide open, yet when she turned to face it, the door was locked tight. A faint s