One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 16


The door wouldn’t hold forever.

Every time the biker gang rammed it, it groaned and split just a little bit more. And they’d been at it for an unseemly time.

Out here on the family farm, there was no one around for miles to lend a hand, and fend off these maniacs.

He did manage to take out a few of them from the safety of the gaps of the barn. It merely slowed down the inevitable. Just a bit.

But at least he had one bullet left.

The question was: would he use it on himself or his daughter?

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