Short scary stories

Scary Grin

When I was 12 years old, I had a best friend named Brenda. After school we always went to her house to hang out. She lived in a big house on the edge of town.

One day, Brenda didn't show up after school. She was absent for the next few days and I began wondering if there was something wrong with her. After she had missed a whole week of school I decided to pay her a visit.

I cycled all the way across town and arrived at her house just as it was getting dark outside. When I rang the doorbell, I got a shock when the door opened almost immediately.

Brenda's mother was standing in the doorway, but there was something strange about her. Her eyes seemed darker than usual and her hair was hanging loose around her shoulder. I noticed that she was wearing a bathrobe. The most unsettling thing was the way she was grinning at me.

She didn't' say a word. She just stood there staring at me with a creepy smile playing across her lips.

"Is Brenda here?" I asked nervously.

She beckoned at me to come in and before I could say anything, she slipped back into the darkness of the house. As I stepped inside, my eyes strained to see in the darkness, I wasn't sure where she had gone. Just then, I heard a strange humming sound and followed it into the kitchen.

I found here there, standing at the kitchen sink with her back towards me. The moment I entered the kitchen, she stopped humming and there was an eerie silence.

I took a seat at the kitchen table and waited. She seemed to be taking forever. I spent the next five minutes just sitting there, wondering what was going on.

Then I realized something very odd.

The whole time I had been sitting there, she hadn't moved a muscle. Her back was still towards me, and I couldn't see her face. Her ands hung limp by her sides and her head tilted slightly. Something was very wrong.

I stood up nervously and approached her. She remained completely still. Ever so slowly, I moved around her and tried to get a look at her face to see if she was alright. The sight still haunts me to this very day.

Her eyes were wide open and she still had that creep grin on her face.

I was so freaked out, I couldn't bear to stay in the kitchen a moment longer. Without saying a word, I back out of the room and made my way towards the front door. I jumped on my bike and began cycling as fast as I could down the long winding driveway and all the way across town. I didn't stop until I reached the safety of my house.

It wasn't until a few days later that I found out why my friends Brenda had been absent from school. My parents told me that there had n=been a tragic death in Brenda's family.

"What?" I asked. "Who died?"

The parents broke the sad news to me and it made my hair stand on end and I was crying from fright.

Brenda's mother had died suddenly and the night I called over to her house, Brenda had been at her grandparent's place, attending the funeral.