Short horror stories

The closet

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my brother screaming. My parents were at a party meaning that I was the only one who could help him at the moment.

I turned on the light as I entered his room, I saw him with his eyes closed thrashing in his bed. He looked like he was busy drowning.

I walked closer and tapped him a few times. "Hey! Nathan!" I whisper shouted try to wake him up. He didn't seem to hear me so I decided to raise my voice. I mean there was no one else home so why was I being quiet?

"Nathan!" I said, louder this time. He jumped up and started viciously looking around the room. "Hey chill dude it's me." I said trying to calm him down.

"Jacob?" He said looking up at me with squinted eyes. "Yeah it's me. You were busy having a nightmare so I woke you up. Are you good bro?" I asked and he look to the closet.

I followed his gaze and looked to his closed closet? "Hey! What's up?" I said and he shook his head.

"It's nothing...", He said and I sighed. "Well if it's nothing I'll be heading back to bed now." I said and turned around to head back to my room.

"No!" He shouted and I stopped in my tracks. I turned around to face him again. "No?" I questioned and noticed how distressed he looked.

"Uhh could you read me a bed time story please?" He asked and I smiled at him. How could I not? He was my little brother afterall.

I went over to his shelf and looked for a book I could read to him. I eventually settled on the magic key.

After reading a few stories to him I started to get tired. I looked over to him and he was still staring at the closet.

"Hey dude I'm tired. I think I'm going to sleep now and I think you should to." I said and he started to panic.

"No please! I don't wanna go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet." He said holding onto my shirt.

I definitely could not leave him like this. "Okay then fine I'll sleep with you." I said putting the book down next to me and getting under his covers.

He was still holding onto my arm like his life depended on it.

We layed in bed for a bit. " Uhh Jacob?" He asked and hummed in response.

"Could you please sing me a song?" He asked and I thought about it for a bit. My vocal coach said I should lay off singing until the competition in a few days but he didn't say anything about humming.

"I can't sing... But I can hum, is that alright?" I asked and he nodded in response.

I started softly humming the lyrics to my favourite song, life by the sea. He fell asleep and eventually I did too.

I woke up once again but this time nothing woke me up. I looked next to me to see that my brother was no longer there. I decided that he was probably in the toilet or going to get a glass of water so I waited for him to come back.

A solid ten minutes went by and he didn't come back. I could also  hear nothing moving around in the house.

So I then I got up to go look for him. I search the entire house and did not find him anywhere. I had then started to panic. Was this his idea of a joke?

I went back to the room to see if he hadn't maybe fallen off the side of the bed or something.

As I opened the door I noticed that the light was off. He was definitely messing with me. I walked in and the closet door shut.

Rolling my eyes and smirking I walked towards the door and opened it.

What was inside had shocked me to my core. There inside the closet was a tall grey skinned man standing at an awkward angle inside of my brother's closet.

But that wasn't even the strangest part. I stared him dead in the eyes. Or at least where his eyes should have been.

Instead it was empty eye sockets with black ooz Rowling down the sides of his sunkin in cheeks.

I stared at him in silence for a while. I was shocked and I didn't know what to do. The the man started moving and I screamed out and horror and ran for the door.

I ran through the house right outside the door. I ran out of the yard and right to my neighbours house.

I started knocking and yelling loudly. Then something caught the corner of my eye. The man was in one of the windows smiling at me.

I started knocking even quicker trying to wake my neighbours up. Then the door opened and light seeped out of the door. I quickly shoved the person in and shut the door closed.

"Hey Jacob what's wrong?" The person asked and I looked up to see Mrs Smith in her pyjamas. "I... Uhhh... My brother... He... Man..." I said not being able to get any words out.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I looked up to see her wife and her daughter. "Honey who is it?" She asked.

"It's Jacob, it seems something happened to his brother." She replied and Mrs Johnson looked at me in concern.

"Sweetheart what happened?" She asked me but I wasn't able to get out any words.

"Jennifer go and see what happened." She said and Mrs Smith moved from infront of me and out the door.

While Mrs Smith was out Mrs Johnson looked made me some tea and called my parents.

After a while Mrs Smith came back in and shook her head. " I can't find him anywhere!" She said in alarm and she immediately rushed to her phone and called the police.

They still tried to get me to talk and I couldn't get anything out. The sight of that man was burned into my memory.

The next day we had filed a missing persons report and the police took me in for questions. By then I had calmed down and explained to them everything I saw.

They looked at me like I was crazy and then sent me home with my parents. I overheard then saying I needed to see a therapist because I was in shock.

But I knew what I saw. My baby brother was gone. That thing in that house had taken him and I didn't do anything about it.

I should have believed him when he said there was someone in that closet. I should have checked. Now we can't find him...

It's all my fault.

To the five people reading this... Firstly thank you for reading and secondly sorry for not uploading the past few days... I know that this is supposed to be daily but something came up.