I woke up to the sound of glass breaking downstairs. I got out of bed and hurried down but what I saw made me gasp in utter horror. My father was lying dead on the couch, his eyes wide open and shirt stained with fresh blood. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a bloody knife in her hand. Her head slowly turned to me and she fixed me a cold and eerie glare. "Come here, honey."
I screamed and ran. As I flung open the back door and ran across the lawn, I could hear her strong limbs racing after me. Her breathing got louder as she caught up with me, pounced on me and pinned me down on the grass. Then growling in blind anger, she thrust the knife down on my chest. Everything dissolved to blackness.
I woke up to the sound of glass breaking downstairs.
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Dead Air - A Collection of Horror Stories
Short StoryRustle of leaves. Dripping red. Footsteps coming closer. Finally, a cold silence of dead air. This is a collection of some of the scariest, creepiest and spookiest horror stories (written by me). So check your closet and under your bed, lock the doo...
