One day, as I was sitting with my parents at the dining table, I asked my mom about the neighbour's kid I used to play with when I was a child and didn't see him at all, after I turned a teenager. She looked at me confused and asked "Which kid?" I wasn't expecting her to forget him as we used to play everyday. There were no other kids in the neighborhood, so it used to be just me and him.
I still remembered him clearly and described to my mom how he looked and stuff. She listened, shared a weird look with dad and said, " Honey, there was no kid except one of the family who lived in the one behind our house, but that was long ago and I heard the family even passed away in a car crash when the child was only 5..your description kind of fits the child, but how do you know, honey? That was when me and your dad, we just moved in and you weren't even born.."
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Creepy Collection
HororA collection of short creepy tales. Hi people, this is my first book. I hope you like it. Voting is completely up to you but don't forget to leave comments and let me know what you think so that I can improve myself. Thank you for wasting your time...
