Its March 16th, 2004. I check on my son, he's laying in his bed. I brush his hair and kiss his forehead. As I go to walk out of his room he says "daddy, I'm scared" I turn back around and sit on the edge of his bed. "Why are you scared champ?" I ask, thinking he just had a scary dream. "I keep hearing something under my bed" he says, whispering. "I'll look for you" I say with a smile on my face. I kneal on the floor and pull back the blanket and I see him, another him, laying there tied up and gagged. He is shacking with fear. I slowly stand up and look at the person on my sons bed. Hes sitting there smiling, with black eyes. "What's wrong daddy, you look like you've just seen a ghost" he says, with a deep voice.
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Horror Tales
HorrorMuch like Fairytales, but without the happy endings. Short stories told as the victims themselves. Please read, vote and ask any questions you have.
