Short horror stories to keep you guessing

MOVIE NIGHT

It was finally Friday and after such a hard week. I got to relax. "Oi, little bro!" my older brother yelled from downstairs. I had completely forgotten it was our weekly movie night. Sitting up in bed, my phone pulled in next to me. So tired but I couldn't miss our movie night. Letting out a sharp sign I replied "Coming!". Walking down the hall, my legs aching from my stupid job. My brother stood happily pouring M&M's into an old bowl we stole when we moved out. Seemed he had already gone to get our snacks. A movie sat next to the PlayStation ready to be put in. This time it was a movie we had already watched, his favourite, the Incredibles. The night went on, our laughs echoing around our little apartment. "I wish our family was like this" he signed wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yea" I breathed laying my head back and falling to sleep.

Shelves packed with many different items. Unorganised, chaotic, the silence only being masked by the wind outside. The rusty bell above me no longer as loud as it once was. A stench of smoke and dirt filled my nose. I held my breath, I couldn't let anyone know I was in here. Carefully stepping in, I heard a splash under my feet. My blood ran cold, I had a feeling I knew what that was. My eyes dotted around the store soon meeting another pair of eyes except they were different from mine. They were lifeless, I flew back in shock. I didn't think I'd ever see it, let alone him. Seems someone else had the same idea but they didn't leave this place. I almost felt sick, I couldn't help myself, I couldn't pull my eyes away. It was like I was paralysed, Paralysed with fear. I had to get out of here before the storm got worse but I just couldn't. My dear brother, his body lay right in front of me. The blood we share now under my shoe.

By the weekend it was all over the news, his face on every news program. Dismembered and bloody. Every time I saw it I felt a sickness in my stomach. I couldn't have saved him or at least taken him to safety but I was a coward. Mum and dad visited but I wouldn't open the door to them I couldn't let them in not now. My brother fought to keep me away from them I wasn't just going to jump into their arms now he's gone. He meant more to me than they ever did. The knocking got louder and louder until they stopped, the silence almost making my blood boil. " my dear please we are here for you" my mother's sweet voice said, but that was all just a facade for the wicked nature underneath. "Open the door boy!" my father yelled the knocking becoming banging untill I could hear anything not even my breathing until everything disappeared leaving only darkness.