Isn't it funny?
When we're kids our parents tell us stories about how dangerous people can be, that you shouldn't trust anyone. We grew up fearful of strangers and looked to our parents or family for protection, and I mean, it's normal, who never asked their parents to look under the bed to see if there were any monsters, or how many nights they stayed awake, because we were afraid of thunders.
When we grow up, we realize that the people our parents have warned us so much aren't just strangers, sometimes they can be people we trust, people who were supposed to be our friends, people who were supposed to protect us. Now i understand why some people become bad, they didn't grew up in an environment of caring and affection.
Well... I'm one of those people. I never had someone to look under my bed for monsters, to tuck me in bed whenever the thunder rumbled through the night. When no one shows us what love is, we don't know how to demonstrate or understand it, and even if we knew, what the point was, we wouldn't have anyone to share it with.
But that is past, now I know what love is.
The first time I ever felt joy in my life was when I felt your warm blood running down my hands, for the first time in my life I was happy, and even more for being your blood sis, at least you managed to give me affection in your last breaths. I just hope mom and dad can do it too, they just got home, and they're calling for you, as always. But don't worry, they'll soon join you for eternity, like the happy family you always were.
I'm the person that parents warn their kids about, I'm the monster under the bed, I'm the thunder that rumbles through the night, I'm the reason you are scared to come out at night.
Isn't it funny?
YOU ARE READING
Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
