Haunted; Horror Stories

The Little Girl

I gaze out my window at night.

There she is.

Staring at me.

Again.

I can almost smell the blood spattered along her face.

I look away, and bury my head in my blanket.

"Come! Play with me!"

The little girl sounds angry.

"PLAY WITH ME! PLAY WITH ME!"

I feel the blanket starting to be pulled slowly from my reach. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the little girl's breath on my nose.

".....play with me....."

I get up, open my eyes, and grasp the blanket.

I pull with all my might, while tears of fright are coming down my cheeks. I am terrified. Make her go away.

She wins, and tears the blanket off my bed. She then moves towards me, her pale white face just inches away from my mine.

I can feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.

I am in shock, and grab the first thing my hand touches, and stabs it into the girl.

The pencil strikes her face. She shrieks, and touches her face in pain. Blood drips down her cheek.

Then out of nowhere, the wound is gone. The blood is gone. She smiles.

"So you wanna play that way?"

I feel a terrifying chill come over my body. I see her face. Her eyes turn red.

My skin turns red.

"COME PLAY WITH ME!"

She starts to laugh. I start to hurt. I start to cry again.

"Now you will play with me......FOREVER!"

More cackling.

My eyes turn red.

I walk over to her.

"I want to play with you."

We go down the hall to my brothers room.

We go to his bed.

He is sleeping.

The little girl pulls out a knife.

"Let's play."