100 Horror Stories

The Man in the Black Tuxedo

Michelle tucked Erick into bed, leaving on the nightlight. It had been a long day, and she was glad for this quiet moment with her son. But when she turned to leave, Erick spoke up.

"Mommy, can I tell you something?"

"Of course, sweetie. What is it?" Michelle replied, kneeling beside his bed.

"I can see Daddy," Erick whispered, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

Michelle's heart skipped a beat. It had been a year since Roland passed away, and while she had expected Erick to mention his father from time to time, she hadn't anticipated this.

"You can see Daddy?" Michelle asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah," Erick nodded. "He's always with the man in the black tuxedo."

Michelle felt a chill run down her spine. The man in the black tuxedo. Erick had mentioned him before, but she had brushed it off as a child's imagination. Now, she wasn't so sure.

Over the following weeks, Erick's behavior grew increasingly strange. He spent hours in his room, drawing feverishly in the sketchbook Michelle had given him for his birthday. At first, his drawings were innocuous, filled with colorful scribbles and childlike sketches. But then, they changed.

One day, Michelle found Erick hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. When she approached, she gasped in horror at the sight before her. The page was filled with dark, twisted figures, including one of Erick, Michelle, and Roland, all standing beneath the shadowy outline of a man in a black tuxedo.

"What is this, Erick?" Michelle asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Erick looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and fear. "He's watching, Mommy. The man in the black tuxedo. He's always watching."

Michelle's heart raced as she struggled to make sense of Erick's words. She knew she needed to do something, but she didn't know where to start. Desperate for answers, she took Erick to see a doctor, hoping they could shed some light on his strange behavior.

But the doctor found nothing wrong with Erick, leaving Michelle with more questions than answers. That night, as she tucked Erick into bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides.

"Mommy, I'm scared," Erick whispered, his voice trembling with fear.

Michelle's heart broke at the sound of her son's fear. "It's okay, Erick. I'm here with you," she assured him, pulling him close in a tight embrace.

As Michelle lay in bed that night, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. A tapping on the window startled her from her thoughts, and she turned to see a figure standing outside, shrouded in darkness.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Michelle realized that the figure was wearing a black tuxedo.