Short scary stories

Photographic memory

I always remember everything. And I mean everything, what colour ribbon I wore on June 15, 2013. What time I visited the doctor when I was five. I remember everything. 

My friend Ashley always forget, if she was any less forgetful she would forget her name. She loves horror movies, which I don't understand why. Why would anyone want to be scare on purpose. Unfortunately because of the movies, she think there is a murder or some demon monster trying to kill her.

So I wasn't surpised when she burst through my door nearly in tears. I calmly walk up to her and hand her some tissues. She dabs her eyes and tells me how she believes she was being stalked on the way her. I let her finish her story before I take her to the lounge room. This will calm her. I tell her I'm getting popcorn and leave to go to the kitchen, as I wait for the popcorn in the microwave I relive something.  

A knife is gone, the biggest one. I know I didn't misplace it, we haven't used that knife since the 22nd of March. I yell out to Ashley, "You didn't close the door behind you, did you." But unfortunately I already now the answer.