a very short horror story about the sewers

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I Won't Be Afraid

a very short horror story about the sewers

I hear them calling in the pipes after sundown, their voices too sticky and too sweet, like plums gone to rot.

One night I awake to find myself sleepwalking toward the sewer. The next time, my fingers are wrapped around the cold metal grate, poised to lift.

I know it’s just a matter of time until my voice joins them down there in the darkness.

It's okay, though.

I can already tell that by then, I won't be afraid.


Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

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Story prompt taken from a photo by Peter Chiykowski