I was sitting in my queen size bed, reading a book, and listening to music, I heard my mom call out for me, so I got up and started walking downstairs. I then realized it was extremely quiet, So I stood there, listening.. Waiting for something else, she calls out again, but I don't go down further, instead I go back into my room and I lock the door. I grab my bat and I wait... I hear my phone ringing so I quickly answer it to keep the noise quiet, I hear a knock on the door and I listen to my phone at the same time, I hear panicked breathing as the banging on my bedroom door gets louder and more violent. I realized who's voice is mumbling on the other side of the phone, with a shaky breath I cautiously ask..
"Mom..?"
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Stories Of Nightmares, A collection of Short Stories.
HorrorI put together this book to remember dreams, mostly nightmares, and to dive a bit more into the darker side of what my imagination has caused me to see at night. I may also through some random thoughts I come up with so this story doesn't get dry.
