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Horror Suspense Fiction

Brendan was laying on the couch with his son Brady, relaxing. Brady turned to his father with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Smell my finger," he giggled mischievously.

Brendan obliged without suspecting what lay ahead. As he took a whiff, an unpleasant odor invaded his senses. "It smells like poop!" he exclaimed in disgust.

Brady burst into laughter before confessing that he had placed his finger in his bottom - an act that would make any parent cringe at its grossness. Brendan scolded him gently and asked where he had learned such an unsavory trick.

To his astonishment, Brady replied innocently yet eerily: "Grandpa told me."

Brady's heart skipped a beat as he realized the chilling truth - Brady's grandfather had passed away six long years ago. How could his son have learned this forbidden secret from someone he had never met?

The room grew colder as unease settled upon them like a heavy fog. Whispers of ghostly presence echoed through their thoughts as they pondered the inexplicable connection between Brady and his long-lost grandfather.

Who was this spectral figure guiding young Brady's actions from beyond the grave? What secrets did he carry from another time? And what twisted fate awaited them all?

* * *

Brendan was laying on the couch with his son Brady, relaxing. Brady turned to his father with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Smell my finger," he giggled mischievously.

Brendan obliged without suspecting what lay ahead. As he took a whiff, an unpleasant odor invaded his senses. "It smells like poop!" he exclaimed in disgust.

Brady burst into laughter before confessing that he had placed his finger in his bottom - an act that would make any parent cringe at its grossness. Brendan scolded him gently and asked where he had learned such an unsavory trick.

To his astonishment, Brady replied innocently yet eerily: "Grandpa told me."

Brady's heart skipped a beat as he realized the chilling truth - Brady's grandfather had passed away six long years ago. How could his son have learned this forbidden secret from someone he had never met?

The room grew colder as unease settled upon them like a heavy fog. Whispers of ghostly presence echoed through their thoughts as they pondered the inexplicable connection between Brady and his long-lost grandfather.

Who was this spectral figure guiding young Brady's actions from beyond the grave? What secrets did he carry from another time? And what twisted fate awaited them all?

* * *

Brendan was laying on the couch with his son Brady, relaxing. Brady turned to his father with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Smell my finger," he giggled mischievously.

Brendan obliged without suspecting what lay ahead. As he took a whiff, an unpleasant odor invaded his senses. "It smells like poop!" he exclaimed in disgust.

Brady burst into laughter before confessing that he had placed his finger in his bottom - an act that would make any parent cringe at its grossness. Brendan scolded him gently and asked where he had learned such an unsavory trick.

To his astonishment, Brady replied innocently yet eerily: "Grandpa told me."

Brady's heart skipped a beat as he realized the chilling truth - Brady's grandfather had passed away six long years ago. How could his son have learned this forbidden secret from someone he had never met?

The room grew colder as unease settled upon them like a heavy fog. Whispers of ghostly presence echoed through their thoughts as they pondered the inexplicable connection between Brady and his long-lost grandfather.

Who was this spectral figure guiding young Brady's actions from beyond the grave? What secrets did he carry from another time? And what twisted fate awaited them all?

Brendan was laying on the couch with his son Brady, relaxing. Brady turned to his father with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Smell my finger," he giggled mischievously.

Brendan obliged without suspecting what lay ahead. As he took a whiff, an unpleasant odor invaded his senses. "It smells like poop!" he exclaimed in disgust.

Brady burst into laughter before confessing that he had placed his finger in his bottom - an act that would make any parent cringe at its grossness. Brendan scolded him gently and asked where he had learned such an unsavory trick.

To his astonishment, Brady replied innocently yet eerily: "Grandpa told me."

Brady's heart skipped a beat as he realized the chilling truth - Brady's grandfather had passed away six long years ago. How could his son have learned this forbidden secret from someone he had never met?

The room grew colder as unease settled upon them like a heavy fog. Whispers of ghostly presence echoed through their thoughts as they pondered the inexplicable connection between Brady and his long-lost grandfather.

Who was this spectral figure guiding young Brady's actions from beyond the grave? What secrets did he carry from another time? And what twisted fate awaited them all?

Brendan was laying on the couch with his son Brady, relaxing. Brady turned to his father with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Smell my finger," he giggled mischievously.

Brendan obliged without suspecting what lay ahead. As he took a whiff, an unpleasant odor invaded his senses. "It smells like poop!" he exclaimed in disgust.

Brady burst into laughter before confessing that he had placed his finger in his bottom - an act that would make any parent cringe at its grossness. Brendan scolded him gently and asked where he had learned such an unsavory trick.

To his astonishment, Brady replied innocently yet eerily: "Grandpa told me."

Brady's heart skipped a beat as he realized the chilling truth - Brady's grandfather had passed away six long years ago. How could his son have learned this forbidden secret from someone he had never met?

The room grew colder as unease settled upon them like a heavy fog. Whispers of ghostly presence echoed through their thoughts as they pondered the inexplicable connection between Brady and his long-lost grandfather.

Who was this spectral figure guiding young Brady's actions from beyond the grave? What secrets did he carry from another time? And what twisted fate awaited them all?

August 12, 2023 03:49

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Turey Rosa
13:28 Aug 14, 2023

Now that's what I call a stinky loop 😆

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Mary Bendickson
04:33 Aug 13, 2023

Was that on purpose?

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Jonathan Page
06:31 Aug 13, 2023

Still working on this one.

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