Short Scary Stories

Twin Sisters

My family has always been very poor. We live in a small, dingy hut in a very bad part of town. My parents always did what they could to be able to keep us healthy and fairly happy.

But, we weren't always able to afford food or any other basic necessities. Of course, we could not afford toys either, but I had my twin sister Lily to play with. My mom has always called us "partners in crime" because we do everything together. My parents couldn't even tell us apart.

It has been almost a week since we last ate. I highly doubt this is good for two seven years olds who are still in development.

This morning I woke up to my stomach growling. I found it strange that Lily wasn't beside me. Normally, when she woke up she would wake me up immediately. I could smell something was cooking -I'm guessing pork - and I perked up.

Running to the kitchen, I found my mom cooking something on our small stove. "Morning sweetie!" she said, and put a piece of steamy, mouthwatering goodness on a plate.

I sat next to my dad and before I started eating, I remembered my sister. "Mommy, where's Lily?"

But I got no answer...