!!INSPIRED!!
It was a normal day with my 4 year old son. We had just gotten to the beach and I lied down, reading a book. The sun was shining, it was beautiful. I ate some of the snacks we brought, how couldn't I? I forced myself to stop because I realized how much I had eaten. My son was still playing in the water, having fun and splashing. He found a friend and was playing with them. I decided it was time for him to eat, so I called him over. He didn't answer. Typical. Probably having 'too much fun' with his friend over there. I walked over to the water, expecting to see them. But, he wasn't there. I did see his friend though, so I asked him where my son was. He shrugged his shoulders like that was going to help. My heart was racing. I looked around again, not finding anything that could lead to him. I panicked and went to my car, trying to see if he was maybe there. I heard a mans voice from afar. He said that the only way to get him back was to pay him 500,000 dollars. How could I possibly get that much money? I don't even have a job! I told him that and he chuckled, then his voice went away. I kept looking, checking every crack even if he couldn't fir there. Then, the mans voice came back. "He's been with you this entire time." He called out. I was confused, then, I saw it. I saw my son, chopped up in the glove compartment.
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May I Tell You A Story?
TerrorThis book is packed with multiple short horror stories from the back of Illiana, Ria and Imni's head. Just a reminder, maybe don't read in the dark? These are mainly first person, because none of us know how to write in any other perspective. At lea...
