Goodreads asked Rob Shepherd:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Rob Shepherd The scream, blood-curdling in all its awful wondrous terror, seemed distant, but gradually seemed to get closer and closer until, as I stood at the bathroom mirror, I watched my own mouth open and my own, once world renown vocals, scratched and destroyed by this thing that stood before me on the other side of the glass, its flesh, my own flesh, dripping off the bone and into the sink as I watch in disgust and sheer terror.

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