Goodreads asked Jeremiah Cobra:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Jeremiah Cobra He entered his childhood home in which he expected to greet his mother after many years away, but something was not right about that place or his mother. The dim lighting gave the room a pale, greenish hue; a wind seemed to stir about the chambers; and his mother, with large, black, dilated eyes, oily unkempt hair, and a hollow, toothless smile, dragged her bare feet across the wooden floor as she approached him with a rusted hammer clenched in her fist.

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