Goodreads asked M.G. Mason:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

M.G. Mason I could not stay inside, hungry and thirsty; it is dark and cold and I am alone now because of them – I still don’t know what they are but the others are all dead. There is one behind the car and I can hear that noise they make, a kind of snickering – it’s all I have been able to hear for three nights solid and I am too focussed on getting around that one that I don’t see the piercing red eyes above me… he flaps his wings, I scramble to my feet and start to run.

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