When I was about ten, me and my family of six lived in an extremely big apartment. Two bedrooms up stairs and a living room. When I was tired of my siblings I would sleep downstairs. one night i lying on the couch, facing the front door and watching the sky through a window by the door. When a face shows up I'm pretty relieved thinking it was one of our drugging neighbors seeing if me and my parents where still awake. When it showed up again, I tried to scream but no sound came out. The person then kicks in the door, and walks in the room, he sees me, smiles, then walks towards the kitchen.When he walks out of the kitchen with a knife in his hand, my dad comes down the stairs and the guy books it out of there. I can't sleep easily on couches till this day.
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Short scary stories
Short Story"A clown is funny in the circus ring. But what would be the normal reaction to opening a door at midnight, and finding the same clown standing there in the moonlight? That is the essence of true horror." -Lon Chaney *Just a note these stories do not...
