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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 6 mo. ago Haunting-Buyer8532 Join I can see people’s k-llers. Sometimes I can’t stop them. My dad was the ideal man of God. During the dépression, he’d let travelers camp in his chapel for a night before letting them continue west. Acts like this made him honoured by practically everyone in town. When I was around 18, give or take, I started seeing the silhouette tailing him. It was too gloomy and indistinct to make out any details. It only had the shape of a man. I thought I was crazy. I didn’t want to get lıcked up in a sanitarium, so I didn’t mention it. The figure always made a stãbbing notion at Dad’s neck. A few days later, he was found đeađ in an alley. Some degenerate cvt his throät and stole everything he had on him. I stood at his gravestone for hours, reading the inscription recursively. Beloved father 1901-1940 Then I realised maybe my vision of the figure was perhaps a gift from God himself. I needed to use it. Needed to save people. The phantasmal kïlłers were nearly everywhere. Once I saw some old lady being folloɯed by another stãbbing apparition. I folloɯed her all throughout the night. During that time, I noticed an unscrupulous man stare at the elderly woman, stare at me, then walk away. Her figure disappeared immediately afterwards. I decided to enlist in the navy. I could save even more lıves that way. I didn’t inform anyone of my ability. They would think me màd before I could prove myself anyway. Around the start of December, I noticed a strange alteration in the silhouettes. They’re in the air. Too hıgh to reach. Too high to even make them out. They look like they’re sitting. I decided to inform my superiors to remain cautious, but they brushed my concerns off. “We’ll be well prepared if anyone attacks‎ us.” I was too low on the ladder for my concerns to be taken seriously. Today, I finally saw them this morning. Metal aircraft, speeding towards us. I don’t think I have enough time to save anyone before Pearl Harbour is hït.
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