Short Horror Stories

Short Story #18

Two months ago, my brother disappeared. I remember the night so vividly that I shiver whenever I think of it.

I remember us (mom, my brother and I) coming out the car from school (it was already dark by then) and hearing the funeral march coming from a black van. The windows were blacked out so I couldn't see who it was. My older brother, who was 16, was put in some kind of trance and started walking slowly toward the car, eyes rolled into his head.. Mom screamed for him to stop but he wouldn't. I tried screaming too and hung onto his arm but he shook off my hands and carried on walking. The window was scrolled down and a thin white hand poked out of it. We still couldn't see who it was, however as it was too dark to see. The white hand grabbed my brothers and shoved his hand straight through his heart, leaving trails of blood. We knew there was no point in trying to save him.

The same happened to my younger sister last month. The night before, she crept into my bed, whimpering, and told me she saw a man with white skin and no face in her mirror. Remember what happened to my brother the other month? The same happened to her a day later.

Well, last night, I saw a man with white skin and no face in my mirror.