Horror stories, urban legends, e.t.c

Demons

This part was the easy part. She looked at me with innocent brown eyes as I told her I was her imaginary friend Mary.
The thing about kids is that they believe every word adults tell them.
She asked me where I lived. Obviously I live in her house, Mary was the fake name I used for over 150 years. And in those 150 years there has never been any priests, religious maniacs or anything else. Life was easy. A few children would go missing, parents would cry, I live off their sorrow, breathe it like humans need oxygen.

It's time. I walk into her room at 11:59, I have until midnight to pull this off. I sit on her bed softly and she smiles. I offer her a game of hide-and-seek. I smile as she nods.

I count to 30 and when I'm done I already know where she is. As I walk towards the wardrobe my fake mask peels off and my horns protrude, nails getting ever-so-sharper.

I pull open the door and she lets out a silent scream. I rip off her limbs and eat those first, then I eat the rest of her body.
I climb back under the floorboards and wait till her parents come back.

Their sorrow is better than blood.

There's no such thing as old houses making strange noises, it's demons like me.