Goodreads asked Lynn Bryant:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Lynn Bryant The figure stood awkwardly, silhouetted against the garish glare of the flames and Fenwick froze, trying to screw up the courage to run forward into that inferno amidst the screams of agony and cries of fear. The fire hurt his eyes and he closed them for a moment, took a deep breath and opened them again and his heart stopped because the fire had gone as if it had never been and the ruined church was silent but the figure, barely visible in the darkness, was still there.

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