(A/N: I had this when I was 4.)
I walked into my parents' room, which had an attached laundry room. My mother was doing the laundry, my sister standing next to her, as if they were talking, but I couldn't hear anything. My father and brother were laying on the bed, playing CoD.
I walked over to my mom and sister, when they pulled off their masks. They were zombies in disguise-as my family. I backed away, but they followed. I spun around, face to face with two more zombies.
I ran out of the house. Zombies followed me, unbelievably quick. They surrounded me; I was trapped.
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Short Stories/Dreams
Short StoryHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...
