It was a dark and stormy night, how typical, just like it was out of a horror movie. I hear and see things that aren't there. When I know it's just a pile of clothes and probably the wind and rain against the house.
I know it's nothing and yet I'm afraid. Me, a 14 year old child. Heck I should be afraid of these anymore but I am.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. TAP TAP TAP.
I hear knocking on my door and something that sounds like someone tapping their finger on my window in front of me. I moved over to my bedside lamp. Maybe I won't be able to sleep tonight but it might be comforting if I have the light on.
CLICK.
What?
CLICK CLICK.
Why is the lamp not working? Oh no I'm so dead. No, wait, calm down Steven it's probably unplugged, it does that sometimes.
I reach over to grab the cord trying to find the end.
Huh? Where's the end of the cord? I-its gone?!
I can feel myself panicking. I could feel the wire with no plug at the end.
I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead.
Steven~
Ew! What the heck was that?! What's touching my legs at the end of the bed?! Is it the monster?
I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead!
Dead.
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Short Stories
Historia CortaThese are some short stories for you to enjoy if you're needing something short to read.
