Scary story
—March 18, 1925. Illinois Missouri. The worst tornado ever recorded.
he crosses his arms, he rolls his eyes, runs around, he’s never tired.
He’s at the top of the residence building. He is deciding whether or not to steal. It’s an antique mirror worth hundreds of dollars. It is from an elderly woman his mother is friend’s with, he was working at the house to fix the shower head.
“We are just now getting updated information of the extreme weather patterns hitting the area—please go to the nearest shelter—-
The young man hears a whistling and screeching as he reaches for the mirror.
The wind whips the mirror away.
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Comments (5)
The mirror showed a reflection that was not my own--it was dark & furious!
Wow, very good!
Such a cleveq little story! love it
Horrific!!! Superbly written!!!💖💖💕
Wow 😮Did This really happen?