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Matthew’s mouth was bloody and disgusting. He was cursed. On the very first day of his life, the doctor gave him to his mother after a hard delivery, and to her surprise, she found he already had a teeny tiny tooth. Her surprise was soon followed by disgust at how very ugly the tooth was. As well as all the others to follow. She made Matthew brush five, sometimes six, times a day. She made him floss and gargle with mouthwash. She routinely plagued the neighborhood dentist with checkups and cleanings. But there was no use. Matthew’s teeth were always crooked and discolored. Always bleeding and infected. 

After many years of teasing by others in school, and even more years of study, Matthew graduated from college. He was very talented and quickly rose to the top of his field. Despite his appearance, he found he was very well respected and soon also found himself a very rich man. Still, the shame of his unsightly appearance followed him and he spent most of his days feeling very lonely.

One day Matthew had had enough. Something had to be done. He would do whatever was needed to finally live a normal life. He hired a team of the finest dentists all his wealth could buy in the hopes that they could pull off a miracle. And that’s just what they did.

The team went to work bracing and pulling, and polishing, and veneering for several years. They developed new techniques to fix dental problems they had never seen before Matthew. And in the end, he had the most attractive smile that anyone had ever seen. You wouldn’t think that a person’s teeth would make so much difference to their appearance but in his case it was amazing. One grin from him was almost hypnotic to others. His smile drew people in and for the first time in his life, Matthew felt attractive. Confident. Proud. His life was completely changed. He had finally found peace.

Until the dreams began. Each night Matthew had nightmares of all his beautiful teeth falling out of his mouth. Sometimes one by one. Sometimes all at once. Each night the dreams grew worse and more violent. Hands now filled his mouth ripping his teeth sadistically from his gums. It was so vivid Matthew could almost feel his teeth being pulled while he slept…

 He opened his eyes screaming in pain. The scream was muffled by a slender green hand prying his mouth open. Matthew gagged and the hand broke free of his mouth in a cloud of spit and blood and a glimmer of white. His eyes fixated on a horrible fairy-like creature dancing through his room gleefully with two handfuls of his bloody teeth. Matthew was in shock. “These are the most beautiful teeth in all the world." the fairy said dancing toward his front door. She cackled back at him still choking on his screams and the blood gushing from his disgusting mouth.


🛈 - Posted on r/shortscarystories cut to 500 words. Thx for reading!


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