Rose mary

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I have a 5-year-old daughter that has an imaginary friend, that I see as a good thing because she doesn't has any friends, but recently things are weird, at night I hear my daughter her name is Ashly, I hear Ashly crying every night when I go to her room she always haves a new injury, when I ask her what happens she says "it was Rose Mary my friend, she threw a scissor!" I didn't believed her so I knew she was doing art at night because she loves art. Yesterday, I was sleeping and suddenly wake up not knowing why, when I look at the side of my bed I saw a girl around 8-years- old with a scissor not any scissor my daughter's scissor, then she threw it to me and almost stab me in my leg. This morning I looked up our house history, what I saw makes me want to move out right now! It said "1992, August 15th. 8-year-old girl stabs parents to death in their sleep." Continues "1994, january 6th. The girl's name is identified her name is Rose Mary she was caught on January 4th and diagnosed with a mental disorder, and is now in an asylum."
Continues "2000, November 2nd, Rose Mary is released from the asylum after finally her mental disorder was cured, and was also sent to her home, in which she hanged herself from her room's roof, she survived her attempt." already sweating and trembling from fear of turning the page, but I turned the page with fear of what it would say. "2013, July 17th, Rose Mary kills her 8-year-old daughter named the same as her Rose Mary, because of her drunkness caused by the depression after her husband died in a car accident just a week before, she was diagnosed self identity disorder and sent to an asylum again." I was already crying at that moment, I went back home pack Ahly's stuff and mine and moved into my mom's house. 4 years have passed since then, yesterday a woman was killed stabbed with a scissor to death in her sleep, not just that, her daughter suffered the same destiny, the daughter in the room that used to be Ashly's and her mom in the one that used to be mine. I used not to believe in ghost, demons, ect., but now I do.

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