I had no genuine friendships, bar one. His name was Abraham. My parents dubbed him imaginary and dismissed me. He may have been invisible, but he was real to me. So I proved it. Flour dusted on the floor made my parents angry. Then they saw footprints forming in the particulate.
Looking for quick short horror stories to read?
Some of my favorite horror stories I’ve written were some of the first ones too! While I do experiment with different genres, horror seems to be one I continue to go back to. Check some of them out below and more on my page!
