Scream-a collection of extremely short horror stories

Siblings

When I was eight, my dad, mom, little brother and I got in a car accident. It resulted in a giant scar on my forehead and everyone else's death. My brother was three, and always loved to sing " jingle bells. "So, I grew up, was adopted by some foster parents, had a good life. It was when I was 26 that I decided to go to my previous house again. No one was living in it, but everything seemed in order. I suddenly heard a small voice from upstairs singing " jingle bells." I was horrified, and waited it out. I should have known that when the singing began, It was my cue to leave. After the song ended, I heard tiny footsteps running down the stairs.