Suspense and horror flash fiction short stories
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I can't sleep yet. Just as I nearly nod off, something tickles the tips of my fingers, and my eyes jolt open to face the glaring red eyes of a fat fucking rat. I'm not dead, I scream. But after it scurries off, I realize I owe it a thanks for waking me. Even though, it would be so easy just to close my heavy eyes. But I can’t. I need to answer your card first. Your bloody valentine card. 
I watch Teddy sleeping. His cheeks, almost translucent, are glowing. His fair hair, fine as feathers, is sprawled across the Spiderman pillowcase, and his small fingers are curled up into a fist. He giggles in his sleep, and it makes me laugh out loud. Watching him. Just watching him sleep is pure joy. I envy him his dreams though.
Even as I called her name, I knew something horrible had happened.
Anyone else would have sped right by the big man, but not him. Everyone is God, Charlie thought: me, the children, even this hitchhiker.
In my country, cemeteries are just like parks, she says.
He remembers things he should have no recollection of. Things he never saw. Things he didn't notice at the time. Things which, in reality, he always knew too well. All in vivid detail.
Up until then, all the pink faces and blond heads had been difficult to differentiate for Joseph, and as the week went on, they had transformed into one indistinguishable, nameless mass of people. That is, until he stood face to face with her. 
Part of my brain can see that Paul grows tired of my chatter, but another part of me knows that he must recognize the truth; Truth is rushing through me like blood through my veins and only some act of violence can stop it. I cannot stop talking.
