The light was on in the closet. I never left any lights on when I went to bed. It must have been the wiring. I was the only one left in that house and I had been asleep. Rationally, there was little chance that someone had turned that light on. But at two in the morning, while half asleep, nothing was ruled out. I watched silently. There was a noise. A creaking. It came from the closet. Never changing in volume, it continued to echo off the wooden floors of my new bedroom. I had to figure out what was in there. I dragged myself from the bed and stood not five feet from the slightly cracked door. I stepped forward to reach for the door handle. The creaking was louder. My eyes were affixed on the door. I felt a warm pool of liquid gather at my feet. I yanked the door open. Nothing was different. The three of them were still hanging there - just as I had left them. I saw that the father had managed to get his foot up on one of the shelves. His skin was still warm. He just passed, considering the piss on the floor. It must have been him. Thank god. There was no need to worry anymore. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned him up. I shut off the light and went back to bed. How stupid was I to think there was a monster in the house?
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Scary ghost stories and stuff (1)
HorrorThese are from the net however they are the creepiest stories ever!.......o(╥﹏╥)o in other words I did not write ANY of them. so please credit the right full owners, thank you.
