Scary stories: Enough to make you scream

He's coming

WARNING: Self-harm in the story, may be triggering.

Hi, my names Timothy but everyone calls me Timmy! I'm five. I have a brother his name is Andrew, he's the best brother in the world! He's a bit older than me, he's ten. I wake up to find mummy at the kitchen bench crying, i don't understand why. "What's the matter mummy? Why are you crying?" I ask, she replies, her chin wobbling, tears dripping down her face. "Andrew isn't going to be with us anymore" she said, "What?" I said, I couldn't believe it! He was the best brother ever!!! He would always play with me in the little sandpit I had gotten for Christmas, push me on the swing, play games with me and play our weekly dinner time game, my favourite was "Pea holder" we would hold our peas under our tongue and after the table was cleared, go into his room and see who hid the most peas under their tongue, his favourite was "Food stealer" where we would take one piece of our parents food when they were not watching and when they notice act all innocent. "Andrew is in a better place, he'll have all the candy and happiness he wants" mummy said, "Can I go?" I asked, overjoyed, I could be with Andrew and have lots of candy! "Andrew would want you to stay" she said.I replied with a small "okay" and went up to my bedroom.

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9 years later
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I lift up my razor and slice my wrist, every day at school I get bullied and bashed and when that happens everyone gathers and laughs, even the teachers. I wouldn't commit suicide, like most people end up doing after they cut, I feel like I could have a great life ahead of me, I just feel that now isn't that "great" moment so I cut, it numbs the pain, it feels almost therapeutic to cut. I sigh and wipe up the blood with a tissue and go lay down on my bed, as I begin to close my eyes, I notice something in the corner of my room, or should I say, someone. " He's coming" he said, I notice the person, it's a person that I haven't seen for 6 years, it's the person who would have been 20 now, Andrew. When I was younger, I didn't get that he was dead, but now I do, though my parents never told me about how he died, which is kinda strange when you think about it, but I don't question it, nobody does. "He's coming" said Andrew with more urgency, he repeats this, each time more urgent. "Who?" I whisper, "Him, the one who is responsible for this, for me not being with you anymore, it's him, the killer, he's coming" he replies, then I hear the stairs creak.
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I finally understand what the saying "my blood ran cold" means, I then see Andrew with tears glistening down his eyes, he waves goodbye, " See you soon" he whispers, I then see my door beginning to open,

It's my dad.