Two Sentence Horror Story

I chase her over the crackling frozen lake and into the black winter forest, heart revving with effort, frigid air biting my skin. When I reach her, my hand closing over her pale dead wrist, the wind blowing her hair around her like dull fire, she slowly turns and the face I see is my own.

Two Sentence Horror Story on Goodreads

A very short story by Lisa Unger for #HorrorWeek on Goodreads.