Ian’s answer to “Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?” > Likes and Comments

I saw this question and couldn't help myself from answering it. As he peered over the fence an eerie darkness descended across the field, slowly drifting toward the fence and engulfing him in a misty spray that had the fragrance of a rose that was left to rot in the dampness of the morning dew. Straining to see what was in the field he felt a chill creep up upon his back, not a cold chill but a chill of something dreadful - deadly - that was interspersed in the putrid mist and poised to strike at any moment.

Fair enough