"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughters pale in the darkness of your room.
"Why not sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, I told you about my dream, the thing wearing mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed, you can't take your eyes off your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
YOU ARE READING
Short Horror Stories
TerrorShort Horror Stories to read to yourself, friends, or family. Disclaimer these are not my stories. Enjoy!
