Short Horror Stories

Imaginary Friend

I have an imaginary friend, at least that's what Daddy says. Her name is Karen! She always wears a white dress with some red on it! Her hair is black and you can't see her face, her hair's wet, too. She has a dark ring around her neck, it looks like a tight necklace. She told me a bad man made her look like that. She told me the man hurt her bad. But every time I try telling Daddy about her, he looks scared and like he's sick.

Karen told me today that the bad man who hurt her was Daddy. He hurt her a long time ago. I asked Daddy about that and he went outside, near the river. He jumped in. I'm living with Grandma now, and Karen won't talk to me. She told me she's happy now that my Daddy's gone. She said she got her...it was a word that started with an "R..."