Goodreads asked Sherry Allred:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Sherry Allred It wasn't enough that he was lying at the bottom of a ravine in the middle of the night, but pain shot through his legs and he knew something was broken; he would struggle to walk if he could at all. As he lay on the rocky ground, severely bruised and scraped and uncomfortably spread across the narrow floor of the gully, all the while wondering how he was going to get home let alone climb out of his predicament, something cold moved underneath his hands and wrists, something alive, and many of them...

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