Goodreads asked Brian McLaughlin:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Brian McLaughlin It was late and pitch black outside as Samantha laid on her living room couch contemplating the murderous thoughts parading through her mind. She slowly got up and as she moved toward the large picture window into her soul, she caught a fleeting glimpse of her dead daughter and the rough cut slits in her white shirt that we’re still stained with blood in her tormented afterlife as she silently sobbed, lovingly, at her mother’s feet.

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